.................................

brighter white
than the billowing clouds
         apple blossoms

two wakes --
the swimming beaver
and his stick

fading light
the first evening star
dots a crescent moon

canyon
hearing the loose stone
again

puddle dipping
he catches an autumn moon
in his net

minus thirty --
every car disappears
in its own fog

below zero
ice floes on the river
standing still

winter river
a new layer frozen
to the old

new year's day:
same old car
under fresh snow

morning sun --
she lifts a tea towel
from a fresh loaf

.................................
Susan Bond
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August 2000

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