Daily Archives: August 27, 2013

“The Pond at Dusk” by Jane Kenyon

A fly wounds the water but the wound soon heals. Swallows tilt and twitter overhead, dropping now and then toward the outward-radiating evidence of food. xxxx The green haze on the trees changes into leaves, and what looks like smoke … Continue reading

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