by Roland King
The potpourri of people in a park
|I took a stroll one day through the city park
It’s not the most glamorous place. Parts of it are
downright dreary. There are a few hidden gems in the 4 by 3
city block rectangle of grassy knolls and trees and random solitary
You’ll find many people there.
The homeless in exile.
Who knows where they have come from.
Who knows where they are going.
They are only here now.
And the now is where they live.
You’ll also find the benchwarmers.
The blanket on the grass readers.
The tai-chi group in the same shady patch every Wednesday.
And of course the exercise addicts. The runners who must
get their fix. If their own instinct does not compel them
then their watch will surely tell them
that they do not yet have enough steps.
And I simply stroll through the park
drinking it all in.
Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge" week 29
Prompt: use these three words in your poem: stroll, exile, addicted