”Minding does not come to peace here, but its very affirmation of possible being, its joy in contingent being, in creation, points it beyond givenness in the givenness itself.” G&B 133
The remaining swans
half-hidden in taselled grass.
Nickel in the gold.
Sundown in the es-
tuaries. Outlines appear.
We make peace with time.
Nothingness becomes
possible. More than a sweat-
shirt on the walk now.
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