Log Turtle Pond Dusk
shadow smooth sepia,
a silence of shape,
inconstant as frills
in a breezy parade,
a log peeps a knuckle,
turtle-shell oval,
above the darkling caress,
almost fetal
meek of consciousness,
this peace that greets evening
to accept
its stridulant blanket.
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