Pond Song 4.20

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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