Little Drumlin


The city is loud
to one side of the conservatory,
heavy traffic at Stoughton Road
to the other.

They saved this little
patch of marshland which rises up
to the ridge of a glacial drumlin.
Here sits a native mound designated
by a small stone and plaque.
Old oaks hold their teachings
here in the the long fingers
of their limbs;
depending on the season,
drop them to the canopy
or grow by golden flames of buds.


Though the late March
trail is cold and empty,
I see that there have been footprints
of students lining the mud.