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
pond songs 
beautifully poignant with the particularity of finitude. That useless oak not reduced to utility being itself by greening calls forth the ache of love for the specific, always-passing-away world without end.
Magnificent comment!
You must find a new pond…
I’m preparing with Basho for the city and gardens and rivers of Portland OR. The pond songs were the work of a decade including the trial run in Providence.