Beside Rye Pond under Cheshire County’s gray-white sky,

I’m listening for any sound of downy tapper or dragonfly.

Up in New Hampshire near the smooth gray-brown pond,

I’m looking for mayfly nymphal shuck or rustling frond.

I’m feeling for brush of feather breeze or warming beam,

But recognize only an ungrateful crow’s frustrated scream.



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