The way that ash tree in Loring Park
becomes the first

to release

its yellow leaves. Let
the breeze save you.

Imagine it’s raining. Be grateful
for the scattered clouds,

and pay your respects (choking
up) to the dead toads on the trail.

Bless the morning crickets
come September.

Let go of the disgust
you feel for the residue

of salt and gnat carcasses
on your arms and legs.

Instead, praise the spider
that has spun her web

between slats
of a white picket fence.

Savor the moment you realize
no motorboats disturb the lake.