Tuesday, August 19, 2014



The tree becomes a shelter
for its own fallen limbs
One reclines in the shade flapping a leaf
in greeting

When I was in high school I thought
that the best dates happened
in parks like this one

and in this park specifically

with its groundskeeper’s cottage at its center

The park participates in the illusion
that love constructs an instant privacy

and you can think
All of this is ours
Everyone in the park can think this

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