Bev Tappan

AT HOME: SUMMER FOG

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Bev Tappan

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Tranquilly
Mist drips
From cedars
Whose tips
Spiders
Have laced
With silver.

Invisible
In a smoking pond
Snow bellied
Bass swirl
And slap water
Snapping
At ephemeridae.

Crickets
Bleating
Unceasingly
Flood our heads
With liquid
Dribble.

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