# 239 - reflections for a pond and hover & the mechanics of far

 

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reflections for a pond and far

 

a leaf float corner dell

tucked in

never below the notice of treetops

 

figured time was elsewhere

would pass

 

pond moon reflecting

crescent, half

 

a drift and dwell

 

grown silence

gave night to a frogsworth chorus

 

called to me

once

twice

gone 

 

 

the mechanics of hover

(as done with ideas)

 

have often been left

with only the last thing

lost a good title too

just the washing up

 

imagine avatars

the bee

the damsel

dragonfly

 

if I name my friend for the table

or the chair for my friend

 

will have committed metonymy

 

an intimate class for digression

so rote, so been before

but

how did we ever get in there?

 

took me a while

or kid a self

ache tucked under

 

and taken lying down

layers of a fold and turn

 

flush out a spy with supposing

take heed

 

you wish a way

but these are not parts of a story

when we have thing patch image set

 

wide eyed

and done with no light at all

 

and all the tricks of day

will never get me back