a cool spring afternoon
soft breezes making reflective 
ripples on the man made pond 
a pond encircled by fishers 
there is a rhythm to the /casting and reeling 
/casting and reeling 
/casting and reeling 
of their polls and lines 
patiently waiting for a nibble 

ducks, geese and mallards float relaxed 
on the ripples 
stealing bait meant for the fish 
others glide on the warm summer breeze 
chaseing or
swooping 
on unsuspecting insects 

the air here is free to move 
not confined between avenues, 
bouleveards, and parkways 
it has the perfume of the pines 
and cedars, oaks and grass 
                   'the green things' 
this air is free to breathe/ 
                   
the lovers of this place come often 
just to walk around its man made pond 
slowly taking in 'the green things'
/to feel human 
to feed the ducks 
or just sit patiently 

waiting for a nibble