Poem -
THE ALWAYS POND
the slow funk of Fall, drizzled over summer’s spark
with low clouds and red leaves; orange as sundown
spooning moonlight from the lip of the sun
as all things slow to the hubris of winter
snarking the ravine of jagged rivers
knifing the terrain
of Again
with an Always
Pond.
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