Pond Muck
Wearing my purple leopard tankini with the turquoise stripes, I stand at the edge of the pond. I look down at the muddy green water watching the little fish playing in my shadow among the pebbles. Then I look out at the brown muck that creates a five-foot wide ring that hugs the edge of the pond in front of me. A frog croaks from somewhere within the secret world of wreaths that have cotton corn dogs on their tops.