Pond Song 4.30

 

It is so, but it might not be so, or have been so, might not have been at all. G&B 250

 

low tide huddle of ducks__in the shade of the great oak

pale sky the welt of a contrail__too big to go broke

 

Big Money cries mercy__gulls stalk the mudflats

wavering in steamy heat__T’ao Chi’en says that’s

 

cool the inner pattern holds__the occasional breeze stirs

the oak leaves above me__in our weakness it occurs

 

 

 

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