thoughts and musings and things like that
Rabaut Park
Rabaut Park

Rabaut Park

sunshine soft on skin.

fixing the traffic light is a worker

on a crane, white

helmet, blue

skies and the reaching spire of Iglesia Biblica Sublime Gracia.

A couple push a stroller – stopping at light as hand reaches in,

readjusting, rearranging, caressing.

A man sits on a bench,

another lies on another,

belongings in bags that serve as pillows.

A pair runs by, thump thump thump thump

under the disparate shades of trees;

some with autumnal leaves, ever falling,

some with green foliage, defiantly green.

The traffic light is now fixed, the worker gone,

below it cars, scooters, bikes, feet, the demands of day.

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