the melancholy in a cheery park
The fish listened intently to what the frogs had to say, as well as to the trees who would gossip about those who walked underneath them as they’d sway
the whole park seemed to just chatter astray
it was laughter the wind sought after to carry
away from those playing croquet
and it was to my dismay I lay alone on a Friday in the park by the highway near the river by a railway in addition to an exiting pathway
so many ways to leave on that day
but I chose to stay with a melancholy delay
” trees who would gossip ”
When the trees are talking
It’s gonna be alright.
I love how the string of prepositional phrases toward the end of the first stanza heighten the aloneness
the trees who would gossip about those who walked underneath them as they’d sway.