Taking Notes
How do common mysteries filter green air
flown in and out of the pond as children fish
and superimpose the sun’s unfolding heat
Summer light expands, feeling repairs thought
as day adjusts time, its own ironic inertia
slips beneath a conscious wake of bobbing ideas
Harmless if wrong, each guess is its own revision
of watery brief chances to unsay and undo
and distill a day of glancing hilltop angel voices
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