A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Saturday in the Park

I wasn't there
but I saw them lining up
at the gardens
patient to enter trimmed order
my street, promenade
pkwy, gateway
hot dog bike gang kid screech
the park got my friend drunk
my place a yielding couch at the edge
no bum on a bench
safer warmer but with all the sundown ache
pollen sifts through the screen & jesus
just another of last night's ghost stories
jingling dogwood snow or Xmas lights
well sirs aren't you aflutter
born again & again & again into the present
heathen in cement-bound heath