Public Garden

[Torkelburger]

a poem in Fibonacci form


Public Garden

Sun
lights
Back Bay
this morning--
Beacon Street's aglow.
Ducks and swans fly over Frog Pond
whose Winter's ice skaters are this Summer's remembrance.
Weeping willows sway like cattails.
A rose's perfume
enters my
Swan Boat
and
thoughts.

[rowens]

The last four lines are good. And the rose's perfume that's relevant.