One Last Pond Song

One Last Pond Song

Old pond master thank you __ I mean your highs and your lows
flattened cord grass gleams __ gulls glare in the shallows

to be empty to be full to be __ the giant useless oak
on the other side greening __I give it one long last look

ocean-fed moon-dependent

Pond Song 4.69

A plentitudinous sense of the equivocal can draw us toward the plurivocity of the divine unity. G&B 290

snow gone what things show up__plastic bottles dog poop
up from the path a glossy crow__in its beak a foam cup

ocean-fed moon-dependent__the pond on the way down
where the culvert sucks it under__flash of mallards green and brown