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Ricardo F. Morin, Fern Forest Nature Center in Coconut Creek, Florida
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Cotton clouds zipping by
Along the baby blue sky
Point And Shoot, P.A.S.
Put your hat on, and stick your gut out
The whipping sound of dragonflies
Crossing our walking trails
As spiraling branches with new leaves
You move and breathe
White Toadstools popped like plastic toys
Lizards scurry and scamper across our trails
Rushing briskly over mangled trunks
Blackened with age, still brown
A clearance brightened by the sun, no longer under shade
A hammer in the distance: thump, thump, thump
A young family walks ahead of our way
A fluttering swallowtail dances over the moistened soil
Flapping wings in black and yellow stripes
It stays in one place among mud and grey stones
Fed by minerals, feeed byyyy miii-neee-rals
It splays its wings and stays in one place
A yellow necklace across its black planes
A giant dragonfly also feeds off the mud
Its wings shimmering light
Its body looks like a reptile
With big eyes
A giant dragonfly
A Chihuahua passed us by
Left or right? Left …
For bigger fish to fry
Surface skimmers surf and linger on the water
These two look as if they are skating or fighting
A banded water snake skims over the water
And a young turtle turns round and round
Iridescent small fish with long tales
Look, look, look, look
The turtle swims slowly away
See, see, see
Another serpent undulates as well
Between water lilies
Lying over the mirrored surface
Through reflections fronds go in and out.
Point And Shoot. P.A.S.
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