I.
no shimmering of wings
no light waking
no ripples on the shore
no avian symphony
what is lost
in this dark stillness
in this unhopeful silence
II.
sometimes it’s easier
to stop looking
for something lost
to forget
it might be there
close by
just under the moist
matted leaves
Barry DeCarli
July 3, 2015
On Hammond Pond, Goshen, MA
©2015 Barry DeCarli
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