Pond Song 4.44

 

The pure trust, the true “yes” lies buried deep in the determinations of finite life. G&B 259

 

high tide moving out __sparkling wave clouds

knife-headed cormorant__black cut-out implodes

 

goes the surface dazzle__the pattern set by the moon

bees blues in asters__crickets crystal tune

 

face of the Ur-yes__fading into sound

wind-rubbed maples sigh__leaves drift in the pond

 

 

 

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