In the Green
Virginia Carraway Stark

Flutter
A rustle
A movement
And then
The chill edge
Of the damp June wind
Even the afternoons
Can be cold
Fluttering
Rustling
Leaves
Flash
Silver bellies
Like fish
In the pond of the planet
Where currents flout
The rules
If fluid dynamics
Fluttering
Rustling
Watching
Feeling
I am flying
In the green
Gorgeous world
That branched hands
Have lifted me into
Flying
Happy
Joyous peace
In the green