At A Park Near The Fox River - Geneva, IL

Under the playground set, fifteen boys,
And the girl with always skinned knees,
Are looking for spiders –
Empty water bottles in hand,
With hopes of being the possessor
Of a rare specimen.

The world full with movement:
Hiding spiders, trill screeching children,
A wondering poet on a park bench –

When a toad is found thirty yards away;
A lone child’s discovery turned enterprise –
As all the children, like bees, swarm away
With only imaginations in hand.