Yikes! I'm ahead of my serial. As argot, 'bacterial'
means no more to you, reader, than 'germs',
if I may so presume. Unless you can zoom
fast forward from Tim's room. Allow me to assume
that role. Indeed, those are our terms.
Pond, woodcut by Frederick Nunley
fishpond
Pip Wilson
This is the blog where I post poetry as I find it in the fishpond outside the door of my garden flat.
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