Jealous

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Jealous

(is what I am)

of the girl

in the blue kayak

skimming swiftly,

floating slowly,

sitting still and silent

in green sanctuary

birches, maples and oaks

lulled by bullfrog hum,

thrum of dragonflies, embraced

by yellow pond lilies, while I

tromp the trail along the shore

anchored to earth by heavy boots,

leaden, laden; driving by later

on my way to somewhere

else, I glimpse a flash of blue

between the leaves and am

coveting still, her quiet peace

dreaming, desiring only to be,

like a feather floating on the surface

bobbing, drifting in the breeze

one with the wind

and the

water