Sitting on the bench…

Out of your waters, city spread. Come, to the lake pure and long, Swimming…! swimming…! Where birds fill a pail with sand, The sun love you & water blown glass… Squirrels spiral the days, In a sung word, Look and breath, In the pool of light… The bottle of green, Wether or not… …Change it will change, Straight as a perfect arrow, Sparkling tomb and softly singing… A branch drops. Meeting this tiny crystal leaps, Unfolding and bloom in spring, Here the turtles, moving the rings, For a long time… Looms over, On line run…