by A.J. Huffman
The lake beside Sensory Park was green,
which I thought appropriate somehow.
To get to it, I had to traverse
through rows of strange plants and flowers,
prickly and colorful. I stopped
to read each placard, placed front
and center to instruct as to proper “handling”
of the flora. I carefully touched, smelled, and avoided
as instructed. Quickly, I got lost in the encompassing
aura of the space. Hours passed like seconds, it seemed
forever before I reached the algaed banks.
I sat beneath the lone tree, relishing the relief
of the shade on my sunburned shoulders. Tried
to read the tattered warning sign carelessly stapled
to its trunk. The paper was brittle and faded,
and I was glad. The warning should have been implied:
do not obstruct the scenery with useless governmental postings.
A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has previously published six collections of poetry all available on Amazon.com. She has also published her work in numerous national and international literary journals. Most recently, she has accepted the position as editor for four online poetry journals for Kind of a Hurricane Press ( www.kindofahurricanepress.com ). Find more about A.J. Huffman, including additional information and links to her work at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000191382454 and https://twitter.com/#!/poetess222.
Pieces Inspired by this Image
'No Man's Land'
'The Untaken One'
'The Tree of Consequences'