Pond Song 4.18

 

deliverance towards the ethos of the between and its signs G&B 43

 

tides flow without purpose__I’m still waiting here

in March sun by the pond__watching gulls steer

 

into the blue-bright wind__from any perspective

the emptiness not blank__the wonder that we live

 

 

 

 

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