Platt Park on an
October Afternoon
Scanning the expansive green of the park
Spying an empty bench with a warm
Ray of sunlight across the brown metal slats
Two little girls in pink tutu’s
On scooters, helmets with plumage
Toddler flamingoes gliding across the concrete sea
Near the edge, young adults in sleeping bags
Uncamouflaged lifeless mounds
Haystacks of homelessness
Lunching on Brussels sprouts with lemon aioli
Roasted golden yams under a brittle blue sky
My mind wanders, my eyes dart
Between the fuchsia flamingoes and the wingless wanton
How can just a few short years separate
Brilliant flightless birds from those with clipped wings?
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