A lush green woods where
foliage grows and closes in
on a dwindling country pond.
The bulrushes rustle,
while the milkweeds bob
silently on this late summer day.
The winds whisper
at the ferns and leaves
as a monster dragon fly
shoots across the water.
So near, yet so far
from the city this place sits.
In country heat where you
can hear the corn grow.
A peaceful bog,
an hour’s drive
and a million miles away.
