A (Corona) walk in the park
lone strollers with dogs and bottles of wine
going out for walks under basswood and pinechildren singing and whirling around
playin' their favorite games on a crowded playgroundan army of joggers on bouncing feet
elderly people tryin' to cross the streetthe twilight sky, dipped in orange and blue
the silvery loom of the crescent moonmore faces than I have seen in weeks
November wind gives them rosy cheekswith happy, sad, excited expressions
from football games and from jam sessionsengrossed in music engrossed in sports
engrossed in coffee, talks and thoughtsa spirit of life and truth and hope
and the occasional smell of dopelike collecting pieces to make me whole
like an emergency bandage for my soul
