In the Park

He wakes up on top of me
Wearing the same tattered clothes,
As dank and filthy as garbage
On a hot and humid afternoon.

He slips away every day before dawn,
Before they come to check on me
And clean my worn out skin,
And clear my space of thrown out dreams
And rusted needles, still dripping
With the cheap thrills of last night.

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Homefield Park

 

Homefield Park, West Worthing
Upon its spreading greens
So many times I’ve visited
Through five decades it seems

A City Park

The Playground

Walk up the path, slowly at first

then trot, skip, hop and jump

On this

off that

in and out

up and down

round and round and round and round

The autumn of life

The last leaf falls

drifting slowly

silently

into the night breeze

and the tree stands bare

open to the elements

it knows the change is upon it

It is the autumn of its life

It remembers the past

the many seasons it has enjoyed

and endured

It lived through sunny days

in the park

with laughing children

and barking dogs

it smiled down upon them all

It lived through snowy winter chills

and shivered with the tiny birds

as they snuggled in its branches

itshielded them as best it could