Metal Pond

Looking out the window

I’m more than a mite surprised

Gleaming water stuns me

Bright and shiny in my eyes.

In just a moment

I learn I was wrong

The gleaming reflections I see

Are not water glinting sun

But rooftops angled

This way and that

To take in the sun

And stop the heat like that.

Houses for plants

To grow where they won’t

So that in the summertime

People can pick what they want.

Four greenhouses (that aren’t green at all) were built just before we moved in to our new house. With the sun gone down and just a little light reflecting off of their rooftops I thought there was a random pond at the end of the street for a moment.


About martha0stout

I like to read and write and hang out with my family and friends. I currently live on a farm and all that such a living entails.
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2 Responses to Metal Pond

  1. Oliana says:

    What a beautiful poem, Martha, your place sound so peaceful.

    Liked by 1 person

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