Once upon a pond

Spruces wind
around
the tall sequoias

the night snatches-cheers!
the moon
from the pool-shared between the forest beings
toads are hoarsing
wings of dragonfly stick on
spectacles
feathers of owl whirl in a light mist
smashing
the creek of the wolves

whislt invisible elves-it's now or never
& nymphs
ogle
the dwaf
of the neighbor garden
that comes furtively
& eats wild latin plurals of fungus

Jean-Philippe Guéant

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