Monday, December 02, 2013


The bounce is. Big or small, it's not up and down. It's
doing undone, and the undone doing again. I've been
where black mud gulps the bay's edge. I've judged
the water too brown to live. The tide'll slide back, and give
the mud undoing. The water will liven with the knowing
glances of a heron.
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