At the Water's Edge
Dandelions comfort the bee,
lying beneath the aged oak tree.
Donating nectar by the hedge,
convening at the water’s edge.
Turtles eat the dandelion,
soon a state of oblivion.
The stuffed turtles slide off the ledge,
convening at the water’s edge.
The tree had no one to care for,
no flower or turtle anymore.
Its life cut short by axe and wedge,
convening at the water’s edge.
Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey
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