WALDEN POND TRAILS

On the Concord river

we sail my kayak in denims

by a swarming nest of hornets

over us by a fawn rustling by trees

we're spreading lines of Thoreau

at my students orientation

wishing to hold hands of language

flashing love and nature

by first circles of light

with a glow in companions

breathing hard in a marathon

from grassy hills and dunes

under dry orange leaves
as new Fall acorns drop
we run into shadowy strides
as a horse back rider waves
to us down hills of open songs
over Walden Pond trails
by breezy gestures of the wind.