grasshoppers hum in long grasses
Wascana Creek paused and slow
in the heat of this summer afternoon
off the beaten path into open park,
elm trees offering shady oases, until
a gravelled path directed me into
a peaceful neighbourhood
when a wide back alley
lured me onward
back yards hidden
by fences and flowers,
a sly glance at a garden
abundant with vegetables
From pathway to open park,
gravelled path to back alley, to
cement sidewalk all the way home.
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.”
~ Charles Bowden
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