Poem: Log Turtle Pond Dusk

 

Log Turtle Pond Dusk

 

shadow smooth,

mossy-lime shapes,

inconstant as frills

in a play of breeze,

and yet

 

a knuckle on a log

reclines so meek 

above the darkling water,

a pond-shell oval

almost fetal,

turtle of the serene eve,

tucked into a serenade 

of lulls and swells,

of stars and Venus 

and the saturnalian, 

archeo-inconceivable revelries 

of the croakers.

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9/16/25