Pond
       

sticking my head into
the pond
I see almost

nothing. memory distorts
memory. it's not a matter
of stillness

or sunlight, it's never
a matter of sunlight.
the soft dark earth

makes a hollow—
why?
because I don't mean

to forget you—
and that's where the water
comes m.

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