ON THE ROW
The woods lined my imagination.
Hansel and Gretel, where are you?
The unmown field balanced a crimson sky.
I saw the blue pencil line of a river
in the distance.
The marsh was wild, so frightening.
It drew me to its edge.
I saw the turtle that had tried to
cross the road. Fascinated,
I stared and stared.
Water Row transported me.
I had only planned
on Lincoln Road.
May 7, 2006
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