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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