i
the wooden walkway
tinted warm with early light
is straight and narrow
it structures space
then ends at boat dock
a stopping point somewhere
the eye can rest
ii
and looking south the wondrous
shades of blue
the dawn-lit woods
mirrored in the magic lake
for someone who grew up near water
this is the quiet part of coming home
iii
and then at dusk
the sister lake the city park
where people who aren’t wealthy
recreate
one of the city’s lungs
a vital chamber of its heart
a place for people from around the world
where cares mellow toward resilience
and everyone shares
almost common ground
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
i
the wooden walkway
tinted warm with early light
is straight and narrow
it structures space
then ends at boat dock
a stopping point somewhere
the eye can rest
ii
and looking south the wondrous
shades of blue
the dawn-lit woods
mirrored in the magic lake
for someone who grew up near water
this is the quiet part of coming home
iii
and then at dusk
the sister lake the city park
where people who aren’t wealthy
recreate
one of the city’s lungs
a vital chamber of its heart
a place for people from around the world
where cares mellow toward resilience
and everyone shares
almost common ground
lake, landscape, life, ode