we idle on an alluvial shoreline
embracing the snaky lake
like a stash of winsome
our mono-filament minds sliding sideways
when dandelion breeze brushes
the surface waters

this is nature’s sitting area

crescendo of frog castanets
clack beneath thick green
algae hair left for dead

a bird whistles hidden in the oat-ed
bank backdrop while the foot
of the earth falls asleep

stale sun and beer mixes
inside our polyurethane nostrils
and we make a pact
not to leave until
we catch something to plug
the day from draining all its sunshine

Written by Sara Fielder © May 2017