Experiment 13
Green On Green
Green On Green
Emerald eye of
Dead-Dog pond
Sunday morning
we walk the fallen polished trees
watching for frogs.
Fat bells peal
chimneys of
the Organ House
puff notes of
smoke.
Sudden remembered dream —
intricate passages
tennis nets
drifting rafts...
I catch a shrew in the dry grass
and hold
for a moment
without knowing it
summer...
dissolving
like the image of a dream coin
in the palm
on the sound of an airgun.
Walking the logs once more
I see the green surface
broken by
green bodies
of frogs.
The shadow of a cloud moves over the pond.
Russell Haley.