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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