From the overmuch brilliance I stop to listen. New bench. Lakeside. Willow branches hiss. Swallows chitter up high. Geese trumpet a disturbance. Swan's turbulent thrust. Redwing's reproach. Catflish plip at the surface. Bicycles boom the walk-bridge. Distant Sunday matin rings. Subliminal cicaida drones. Toddler in stroller Renders the descant, Gleefully laughing. July, everywhere In recognition. Rising to collect my things. A brass plaque, at my back All the while: "Howard Roth- 1923-2006, Watching the Ducks." We'll do this Again, Howard.