26.i.23
1121
4.26
midst
to sudden flower
just such a stillness sought
it’s build so there will be a track
it’s wander on into the ripening
and wishing up a breeze
full summer on
rattle of wings
one lengthens tail to suit
as from treetops down
a world at will
on lolling day
I become pond life
nothing better
salt snout
and beverage
sky beating down
this is a principled thing
all these bung metronomes
goes each its way
come shone to the secret place
where the knocking frog goes on
to call it an afternoon
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