Submitted by Michael Brownstein
One simple mile
Bordered by cut grass and wild reed.
One red winged blackbird protecting its nest.
One stream. One tamarack tree.
One path muddied by last night’s rain
Sun drenched and shiny.
One cottontail leaping into the edges.
One simple mile.
About the Poet
Michael H. Brownstein’s has a few chapbooks including A Period of Trees (Snark Press, 2004) and The Possibility of Sky and Hell (White Knuckle Press, 2013). He presently resides in Jefferson City, Missouri where he lives with enough animals to open a shelter.
Painting: Chemin Sous Bois – Edouard Cortes
A mile worth of keen observation. I enjoyed reading your poem, Michael.
This is the kind of run I always enjoyed before.my knees said, *no more”. Lovely poem Michael.
What a beautiful poem!