Park of my home town.

Park of my home town.

I sit at the open window
regard the children run
mothers in the grass absorb the sun
the old oak
offers shelter to young loves
leaves and tongues keep in tune
with the song of a blackbird
on the railings of the little bridge
weighed down by sighs
couples walking arm in arm
wrinkled as the pondwater
wonder when will live stand still

I sit at the open window
regard the park of my home town
and feel blessed.