Pond Song 4.22

 

“ . . . the origin, in coming forward, also seems to retreat into its own reserve, as it initimates itself in the signs of things.” G&B 246

 

too early on Children’s Day__festivities a few hours off

the pond emptying fast__in the absence of birds, enough

 

blue spaces to count the clouds__over mudflats smeared with cream

and the green of spartina shoots__shadow of a gull’s scream

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