lynden between (storms)

lawn lakes
like
dry rot
are
not for walking yet

let two girls
near the pond
lift lilies
looking for frogs

back there
where the sign says keep out
a buck breaking antlers
big eyed
leaps

leaving goldfinch
resting
seed stunned
thistled

air

swallows

water
weed
the feminine
the frogged
abundance
horn
beak
here
we're

what won't stop
listening

not now
not in the midst of it