The Zone

This post is best listened to first- please click the audio bar–2 minutes long.

A big buzz circles.

Her head bowed over a biography–

Of Henry David Thoreau.

She ignores


you are…

Bottom grounded.

Her back presses

against the Ranger tire,

and the late afternoon glow

fires the prairie.

But, buzzy


comes back,

rounds her head again

and this time she guesses—

The fuzzy

black- yellow bumblebee

drops like a bomb into a ground-hole

two feet in front her lean crossed legs.

Suddenly the Old dog, Professor Skookum pads past;

Her chest draws tight–

his big foot falls on the spot—


Professor Skookum continues on to drink prairie pond;

Cattail seeds gently parachute to earth

and softly she separates the sugar-rich grass.

   Her words fall … “Are you down there?” –


And then so faintly…  “Hush, not the tomb; I’m in the zone, … I’m in the zone…”

Skookum takes a shallow swim – he shakes and the ring of water- pellets fling jewels– a peacock’s tail. Unconcernedly… in the zone, …in the zone.


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By A-Woven-Basket

15 replies on “The Zone”

Thank you Barb! Maybe now you will be able to get my posts, if they come through your phone. I am still learning this new format and will be retiring the other blog, because they retired my theme– anyway I am looking forward to a new short form literary adventure. It’s wonderful you are able to check in now..


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