City spring is an evergreen
bench, and circular sand pit stench.
What delish dish will my son invent-
amidst shifting ground, global-warming skies,
gritty gelato scoops, tram whistle sighs,
and freeway lanes with all the plastic cars loose?
The grains he gains liberated later from his shoes.
I climb onto my evergreen bench
and filter music over highway hum,
the birds sound glum, there is no pier here,
no berm, no dunes, no salty stench.
But still, spring’s fist has incredible clench,
blooming dandelions sprout early grays
fluffy in the sun’s rays, my daughter sprays
the seeds, little dots of graffiti,
amidst a processional of daisies,
the wind splashing us randomly.
And we three pretend our city park date
is an afternoon by the sea.
Happy NaPoWriMo Day 28. This poem is inspired by my recent outings with my two littles as we embrace all the sights and sounds of the city.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Great imagery L. It was like I was in the park with you guys. Well done. 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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In hearing that it is tough in DE at the moment, sounds like you have some green spaces at least to escape to.
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Thank you. Yes, and also I have a few green places in my mind I can escape to by calling ones dear to me.
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rich, luscious imagery; love our the imagination fully takes over in the last stanza 🙂
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Thanks, John. It’s easy to be drawn in to all the imagination swirling around in the park.
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you must go there more often 🙂
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Let me check my calendar, yep on there the next few days around 3:00. Parks vary. 😀
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Wonderful language and rhythm and such a mood built. Really fabulous.
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Thank you, many days in the park here jotting down images.
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Your research paid off!
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