Cattails mashed
and embedded
in what’s left
of the ice shield
over the pond. Ducks
float in the free
flowing water, other birds
hop along those complex layers
of solid. I see
that same old wooden wagon
unhitched beside the iron
footbridge. The gardener’s back.
I’m circulating
the park, making decisions,
walking on.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
I love the new poem! It has a zen-like quality to it that leaves a tranquil feeling after reading it. I also like the three-line stanza style that you are applying. Is it influenced by haikus? No matter, I really dig it.
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Thank you. Must have been the spring air and walk in the park that inspired some zen energy (or rather calm). I tend to write short lines and stanzas–it’s how it just comes out most of the time. More lyric than narrative. I do have some longer, more narrative poems buried in the blog. Again, thanks!
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