Pond Song 4.33


One might say, this power to give being from nothing is that greater than which none can be thought. G&B 255


high spartina thick now__hot breath at the pond’s edge

scum shine circulating__wheeze and chirp from the hedge


trickle of turning tide__midmorning midsummer blue

beyond low broken clouds__backlit surface shines through


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