The Park Ranger
How she walked among trees,
(After researching the field guides
to match the wayward caterpillar with its proper leaf,
she knelt almost prayerlike
and took the bug from the dirt path and searched
the knotted green till she found the plant,
and like a ballerina she stretched her arms,
while her fingers
slowly placed the bug on the greenest leaf,
as her drab-green-baggy pants pulled
tight against her legs;
then so carefully she arranged all the foliage
so not a mote of the woods remained undisturbed
by her rescue.
I don't remember the details
of her lecture on flora or fauna,
or even if her face was pretty or plain.)
I remember only how she walked among trees.
|Richard Fein has been published in many e-zines and print journals, including Birmingham Poetry Review, Small Pond, Kansas Quarterly, Blue Unicorn, Soundings East, Mississippi Review, Sunstone , ELF: Eclectic Literary Forum, and Oregon East. He lives and works in Brooklyn, New York, and says, My current project is to write new poetry and revise my old ones.