The
Sundial
Heaps
of leaves cover
The
stone sundial in the park
By
a stone angel
A
visitor slowly strolls
His
‘Visitor’s Guide’ in hand
Sold
at the newsstand
The
latest tips on races
And
some candy bars
While
above the sound of cars
An
airplane seems to hover
Drifts
of snow cover
The
stone sundial in the park
And
the memorial
The
bronze plaque testimonial
Long
lists of forgotten names
An
old man who’s lame
Playing
chess with a stranger
He
can hardly see
“If
it were up to me
We
would build a highrise here.”
The
councilman sneers,
Grinning
avariciously,
And
shakes someone’s hand
At
the rickety newsstand
People
seem to speak lower
The
New Moon covers
The
stone sundial in the park
With
the touch of stars
Observed
through some jailhouse bars
It
looks like another world
Like
a dream unfurled
After
twenty years apart
A
surprised greeting
At
the small A. A. Meeting
He’s
trying to recover
While
a hawk hovers
Above
the stone sundial
In
the city park
An
old dog can barely bark
While
the sun is rising fast
“This
is unsurpassed,
These
days that I’ve spent with you,
I’d
like them to last . . .”
Holding
hands as they walk past
The
smiling teenage lovers
July
shade covers
The
stone sundial in the park
By
the grove of trees
Standing
there, he looks displeased
By
the message he received
“It’s
hard to believe
That
they would really fire me
After
all these years.”
There’s
an odd absence of fear,
But
other times were tougher
Like
when his mother
Went
to work day after day
For
very little pay
Even
so, she’d often say,
“Beauty’s
there to discover”
Plum
blossoms cover
The
stone sundial in the park
By
the great boulder
Answering
her granddaughter,
Grandma
says, “Now I’m older.”
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