Poezja

On the Concord river
we sail my kayak 
in denims
by a swarming
nest of hornets
a fawn is rustling by trees
we're spreading
lines of Thoreau
at my students 
orientation
wishing to hold 
the hands of language
flashing love and nature
by first circles of light
with a glow
in companions
breathing hard
 in a marathon
from grassy hills and dunes
under dry orange leaves
as new Fall acorns drop
we run into shadowy strides
as a horse back rider waves
to us down hills
 of open songs
over Walden Pond trails
by breezy gestures
 of the wind.