At the Preserve

impressions left upon ground
digging deep into the earth
walk on the narrow path
journey alone, deep in the woods

warm air fills my lungs
                 deep breath in
and out
dandelion and snakeroot
    tickle my nose
and the ever present scent of
pine is underneath

             on then
first step          over fallen log
which has just begun to rot
sip  fresh water and have
a protein bar

up ahead lie two gardens--
carefully planted
one yields potatoes, one nectar
a place for butterflies to dance

walk by the stream
    then head past pavilion
          finally go towards the car
dream and wait for another Saturday


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