A Poem
one of the last days
through my old neighborhood
dewy empty soccer fields
Gatorade, a sock, someone’s chair
from last night’s practice
gravel road
to the water
treatment plant
poison ivy
thriving
encouraged by the creek
frogs awake hearing
our crunching steps
heron patient
at the pond’s edge
hawk huge
in flight before me
majestic white tree
still standing
though choked in kudzu
the small trail
my dog, Annie
smelling possibility
everywhere
my favorite willow oak
I bow to it
spring is strong
and I am alive.
© Samantha Lazar 2007
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