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 breeze chasing/ swooping
on unsuspecting insects

the air here is free to move
not confined between avenues/ boulevards/ parkways
it has the perfume of the pines/ cedars/ oaks and grass
the green things

this air is free to breathe
the lovers of the place come often
just to walk around it's man made pond
and slowly take-in 'the green things' and feel human
to feed the ducks
or just sit patiently fishing
waiting for a nibble