I’ve just read some pleasant poetry. It relaxes me and makes me smile. I’ve had a busy day today, driving many miles into an unfamiliar downtown and back home again, traversing six lane traffic in both directions for an all day library conference.
So, I left the land of concrete for a time, and read about frogs, protected fish, and egrets. It made me remember a poem I wrote, so I’m posting it here, but it has no happy ending, only an uneasy compromise between humankind and nature.
If you click on the image, you can read my poem about Shark Valley. It's a good one to read aloud.