Spatterdock
(at Lettuce Lake Park, Tampa)
Spatterdock
and water lilies
a swamp forest of cypress,
hardwood hammocks
and pine flatwoods
kayaks and alligators
i’m not such a nature person
other than everybody is nature
and all my other everybodies
have flown the coup
(temporarily i hope)
my granddaughter phones
that i’m living in paradise.
Like the pilgrims at Plymouth Rock
i’m starved for affection
Again today
an osprey soars above
with singular focus on the surface
of the river, and then it dives,
feet outstretched and yellow eyes
sighting straight along its talons
in its hunger for live fish,
Paradise is not for everybody
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Your poem conveys so well how all the beauty though true cannot take the place of loving contact..Skillfully
(I must have hit something by accident—-I had not finished…)
You skillfully described everything so well—very visually brought us into the world—and then could feel the twist of it—loved the line about “live fish”
Thanks for this poem!
I love how you vividly detail the natural world.