Everyone has a favorite pond
where they come to put garnish upon...
Some bring koi and water lily
singing stones- the scent of mint
wading birds dressed in paradise
cattails waltzing with the wind.
Envy arrives at your pond
with treble hooks and buckshot eyes
turning tranquility into graves
plastic bags dancing in the shade.
Serenity forever pocked
a fifth of envy clanging off the rocks
As a vague gray scans the quiet-quiet frons.
sea oats sway
sand spills between toes
whisks of palm frons
bend in gentle song
while salamander's
jerky gyrations
entrance
gulls skirt skies above...
against ember hues
I view sun's last dance
along surf's tranquil
burnt horizon
I marvel at
this holy orchestration
reverberating
pervading
elating
my soul
again
and
again