DAWN ON THE LAGUNA
etched valleys and cold creeks
tumbling over boulders where ice forms
on the edges, rising steam off the laguna
shrouds the lone heron croaking at dawn.
I walk through the mist-filled trees looking
I walk through the mist-filled trees looking
for the mystery, white light leaps from eddys
and drops from ice, swims blindly downstream
and falls into a blue pool at dawn.
11/1982, or early1983?
added 9/15/2016
minor changes
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