7.11.19 7.40 a.m. 59 degrees

by John Stanizzi

Pretentious candelabra, the staghorn sumac, and the breeze this morning as
overheard as a whisper in church.  A pair of green frogs
noggles the landscape with gulps, and just along this shore the tendrils of
diving reed-grass are as sleek and smooth as a brushstroke.