The local Park.

Green grass. Lush trees. Fountain in the lake.

People come here. Of many things to partake.

The park offers swing sets. Tennis. Soccer galore.

Basketball. Fishing. Feeding birds on the shore.

Over there sits a woman on a bench so quiet.

It seems her family is on a spiritual diet.

Only wants things of image and great vanity.

They are not concerned with things of Humanity.

Nearby volleyball. Many friends having much fun.

Women on the bench want's a friend. Maybe just one.

A man reads a book. The thickness is high.

Stops reading. Then looks deeply into the sky.

Tears run down his face. Is it joy or is it sorrow?

Either way, he definitely will be here tomorrow.

Fishing off the shore is a boy of nearly ten.

When will they bite? He doesn’t know when.

Boy’s mind is off his divorced parents for now.

He gets a strike. Fights hard. Eagerly says WOW!

Over there under a crepe myrtle tree.

There is a couple. In love with glee.

The man pulls out a single red rose.

Then a ring. Then knee. Then to propose.

She screams out “YES. YES.” into the air.

Everybody looks. And then a piercing stare.

A round of applause rings out in the park.

Their love is shown in publicness so stark.

Man of old age sits quietly in his car.

His wife passed a month ago. Seems so far.

He remembers how happily she would sing.

Now all he has is her loving wedding ring.

A man on a bike stops. Sits down on an old bench.

Folds his hands and eyes. To remove spiritual stench.

Basketball is played. A foul is committed.

Repentance of such. A free throw remitted.

A scraped elbow. For it doesn’t matter.

Matches the shirt. Which is in a tatter.

Lady at a table gives a long straight blank look.

Nobody knows she is composing a child’s book.

Another table supports a young girl with many books.

In them, her nose is buried deep, with intense looks.

A medical degree is what she desperately does need.

Her brain is wide open for her to forcefully feed.

An old woman walks on the sidewalk. Forced to lose.

Seeing her grandchildren for her political views.

She’s the wrong party her kids so do curse.

Grandma will be alone till the day of her hearse.

A boy plays soccer. Mind. Ball and foot.

Mastering the skills. With repetitive input.

Wishes someday, maybe a great soccer star.

He knows with hard work, that day is afar.

Parents watch their children play on a swing.

To their kids these parents give everything.

Hover over them. Hide the things that matter.

Give them everything on a golden platter.

Over there is a teenage girl with a fractured heart.

A boy who said he loved her abruptly did depart.

Left for another girl who spoke clear and crisp.

Her words were imperfect. She spoke with a lisp.

People come here for a plethora of reasons.

Each and every day. And all of the seasons.

They come here because their soul does hark.

Just another average day in the local park.

Kasey Dann