Pond Song 4.20
We must be diffident about saying what God in self is, but we must dare. G&B 281
up early to the pond__even the mudflats shine
no clouds in that mirror__empty depths define
the word unspoken here__far out in the middle
ducks gather heads down__the silence of that huddle
is what I come to hear__what I hear is the dogpark
on the other side the whine__the all-too-human bark
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