Pond Song 4.63
Nothing is what it is other than by being with what is other to itself. G&B
Noon St.Valentine’s Day__a pondful of dirty snow
sky flat horizon mauve__along the path chrome yellow
dog piss pure Bruegel__ between the One and chance a door
a natal door says Bonnefoy__opens to eye-watering glare
it’s snowing softly now__spots of brown and green
half-buried above the bank__a mallard pair is seen
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TO Tom i love your poem.
And i love the snow.
Love Mary