The inside of thought
is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks
is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that
soak the edge
Incongrous symmetry of inlet and a semi-gelid lake; hurray for the absent geese, anticipating Spring in a misting grey, were it not for the stalks that filter their view of sky. But where have they gone?
In one way (as I'll have occasion to later say) the lake's a tough 'ol goody (-gopher) wood of the Ark that's spirited the squirrels & geese away.
Were it not for stalks filtering a sociable sky, would geese have left? Is that sufficient?
But suns awheel! basting the lake's open side (gnawing at its exposed liver),in that batty temperate not-Winter not-Spring zone, picking up steam & driving sturdy teal stakes into the eyes...
Suns most definitely bear a hand in premature geese flight!
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Incongrous symmetry of inlet and a semi-gelid lake; hurray for the absent geese, anticipating Spring in a misting grey, were it not for the stalks that filter their view of sky. But where have they gone?
In one way (as I'll have occasion to later say) the lake's a tough 'ol goody (-gopher) wood of the Ark that's spirited the squirrels & geese away.
Or was it the moon?
Were it not for stalks filtering a sociable sky, would geese have left? Is that sufficient?
But suns awheel! basting the lake's open side (gnawing at its exposed liver),in that batty temperate not-Winter not-Spring zone, picking up steam & driving sturdy teal stakes into the eyes...
Suns most definitely bear a hand in premature geese flight!
it's actually a fairly large marsh,
an amazing wetland in the fog, but your lakeful descriptions are wonderful ...
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