A Poem

Published online with Hare’s Paw Literary Journal, 2022

While sitting at the window,
eager eyes treading the
faded bitumen and flattened-cola-cans-like-cobblestones
to see the passers-by,
the parade of septuagenarian sights comes through
all clamoring cashmeres and
staggering smiles.

Because there is
a retirement home next door
and not the multicolor-mosaic-glory of
some national park named for
a long dead president,
I watch the great aunts, the great somebodies
instead
as though they were
a park all their own.
Their wooly heads are
snow-capped summits,
their feeble footsteps
a song.

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