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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