Pool of Souls

In the office park
There is an artificial stream
That gathers into separate
Symmetrical pools

Emerald green
(Thanks to modern chemistry),
Mock-contemplative,

Bereft of the
Deep-disordered
Harmony
Of nature's
Equipoise.

One pool:
A slowly circulating
Flotilla
Of autumn's castaways,
Dressed in a hundred hues
Of passage;

A second pool:
One leaf, poised
On upturned ends--
A miniature catamaran,

Sailing alone.

--Mr. Gobley