Fresh air
new ripples
spreading
Start at Kakiat park, where the parking lot surrounds an island of green with a few Maples. The enclosed dog park may or may not bustle with the delighted barks of canines overjoyed with company
azure sky
passing cumulus
fade from sight
canonballing beside
the “no swimming” sign
Cross the bridge over the Mahwah river, as narrow as any brook, and gurgling as such. Meander the blue trail through underbrush and a Pine grove. Follow the river again, past the remains of the Mill, for which the trail draws its name.
cucumber scent
the copperheads remain
unseen
After the gentle first ascent. The steep climb above the Natural Gas line cut. The leveling out after the power line cut. The pitching climbs and descents along the forested trail.
an scenic view
along the horizon
New York City
Through curving paths as challenging as any Ewok would face on Endor. Until, at last a break in the trees
glistening waters
a mid-afternoon sun
in pieces
even at Pine Meadow
a voice on a cell phone
The presence of a lake visited for almost forty years. A breath of sanctuary, before a return to the storm.
street poetry …
capturing the essence of
a heart wide open
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ April 2020 – Day 2 – Taking It to the Streets (imagined by Kerry)
dVerse Poets’ OpenLinkNight #263 (pubtended by Grace) The Pub is open! Come Join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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