Wind diving

The river called me out to play

But Thor’s impending concert

Warned me away.

I went instead to a nearby park

Moored my car tightly

And disembarked.

Diving in I circled round

Sycamore bones dropping

Gray dead and brown.

Tree leaves crackling in currents spry

Man leaves floating

Like jelly fish high.

Hawk disappearing fleeing in fear

From spidery tree arms and

Plastic sacks drear.

The crows in their nests caw out their warning

“Storm coming. Storm coming”

Soon this morning.

                       

Squirrels scamper madly from main masts on down

Burying their acorns

In the wet autumn ground.

Children dance wildly puppets in flight

Arms and braids bouncing

Strings pulled tight

I ride on the waves of the sidewalks wet back

Wind dolphin frolicking

On concrete track.

The river called me out to play

But I chose to go to the park

Today.