I’m now working on revising my work from the Spring Poetry Marathon. A couple of days ago I decided to go to Lorimer Park and work outside because the weather was so beautiful.
While I was there I had an audience:
I watched them for quite a while. I love the idea of how new the world is to them and yet how they already know so much about it. Gave me the idea for a haiku.
Goslings new this year
green as the grass they walk on
nipping at its roots