Never Again

          In the forest walking
          Walking home I stopped
          To watch a toad
                          jump
                Across a rotting log.

Lizards grabbing
                       passing flies.
Instinctively led inside their heads.
Not a
      thought
              amongst the lot.

                  And even now I hear
                  I hear the freeway
      passing
                  Way too near


   My solitude.

                  It's gone.

(c) 1984 Norman Dziedzic Jr.