The Fishing Trip
Sitting under a generous eucalyptus tree
It's vibrant feet buried under dark gray moist
Ground. Its pendulum branches bending toward the
bubbly melodious canal; allowing the thin silvery
finger-like leaves to caress the meandering
Blue-green water.
In its canopy, groups of cicadas and crickets croon
Their music like chants from falsetto Himalayan
Monks. A scaly lizard with cowboy legs and
Protruding eyes stares annoyingly.
I inhale the scent of the morning's breath and
Observe a large blue dragonfly eating mosquitoes
For its breakfast. Looking at the bank of the
Canal. I see a yellow and black wasp, its line-like
Middle bobbing up and down as if dancing to
Nature's rhythm.
Above, the egg yolk colored weeds, a group of
gnats are showing off their acrobatic flying skills
By gliding in perfect formation. In the distance,
Clouds of dust like morning mist trail a tractor while
A group of field workers, hoes on their shoulders,
March like soldiers to a military band.
Looking up, I see the sky taking off its fluffy
Snow-white strapless dress revealing its blue
Magnificent body to those fortunate enough to
Notice. Standing in reverence, my eyes bathing
In salty liquid I no longer want to fish.
Copyright © Lunita Blanca | Year Posted 2017
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