cold kiss of flakes

Pond Song 4.55

In the hyperspace there is an echoing otherness that perplexes one with the voice of another, other beyond all echo. G&B 267

 

the cold kiss of flakes__I wander to the pond

the Atlantic swells upriver__a lace of snow on the ground

 

ice drapes the spartina__light brims on the tide

far out in the middle__a few ducks darkly glide

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