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