Walk in the Park

Coming to this place
Was a mistake
The shadows of trees lie bare
Stripped of leaf
We once stood for a moment
Watching the breeze
Puppet the mad squirrel
A still from an
Abandoned movie
Seized in memory

Cock eyed the ducks
No longer trust me
Their eyes fence mine
And each in turn
Shoots under the bridge
Alone I am a threat
In the spring. Anonymous
Like incubating squirrel
Folded in the heart of the tree
I too must hibernate

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