Then

A vixen lies down to pant at midday, the grass takes her shape, bends for hours to the heat of her body. Water, trees, forestations of fungi amid a deeply impression’d earth ---- Frogs glimmer on clammy pads, as a loose congress of small mirrors. I saw a kingfisher dive into the sun, a golden circle of water. When it emerged it was an arriving fire, later the sun perched in a tree dripping shadows as if shade ware its kin. The unseen feet of swimming birds stir the sky. A stone rolling over rolls a river, the river slips inside a fish, keeps going inside the drinker. A hermit crab leaves home, becomes breakable. then bursts into traveling music.

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