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crossing from
the park
to the bank,
stepping over the remains of a grackle
on the grass
that glides
into the sidewalk
and
suddenly
dissolves
at the verge
Life is not a walk in the park
Not a nice park anyway
Yes, there are trees and flowers
And lovely sunsets too
But
Under the picture-perfect skies
The brutal game is on
With a likeness to the courtyard of the Japanese emperor
Trees looping over our heads. Chipping sparrows and black capped chickadees flying from branch to branch In the song of the midsummer and friendly as domesticated cats.
Deep, rich purple flowers
long, stacky green stems
purple flowers reach into the stars
droopy, sad petals with vibrent, lively colors
frown at the ground from there nodes
Every now and then
I visit the park
It's beautiful in autumn
As if spring sleeps on the ground
But then there my lover is
Wearing her summer smile
Dancing in the autumn breeze
Dear Madam,
I hope that this letter may find you
(and glad that it never will)
Because you may never know
How beautiful you looked at Perkins Park
On November 9th
Sets of swings sit on the east corner
next to the electrical wires the shoes dangle from.
A dingy yelloow slide shows signs of happy memories made
Once Upon A Time
There was a piper.
Not just any piper,
But a piper with a magical flute.
As he played his flute,
Children would follow,
But what happened one day
One thing I geek, that gives me eagerly a spark,
Is when I get to peek, and view the scenery at the Park.
There are flowers of all colors--some open, some buds.
Plump fishes leaping out of the water, returning with a thud.
A walk in the park would be nice
the trees blowing, swaying to the winds rhythm
It's where the birds sing.
Watching as all the humans speak.
all the beautiful women flash in the latest and hottest fashion.
I feel the beat
Rushing through my veins
Shaking my bones.
It pulses
Living and strong.
I feel myself open up
A weight lifted off my chest
Like a beautifully decorated circus elephant
Late fall.
So late that the scent of fall had to be searched for in the wintry air.
But it was there
and she breathed it in as she strolled through the park.
Leaves covered the grass,
