Shay Park


creek bed’s
collected
reeds

exchange
shape
with

light

with

water

                             



                             

upturned
trunk’s
roots

caulked
by moss,
mud, what

sun

a web

snags
                             

                             

                             

                             

mud-
blackened

creek bank’s
drainage

pipe’s
rolled

r’s
                             

                             

                             

                             

stone wall
a few ferns
fallen          there
                             in place
                             

                             

                             

                             

tree’s
red
bark

sounds
out

through
gnashed
brush
                             

                             

                             

                             

no more than
water

articulates
light

under the
bridge