this park is alive
how the squirrels dance
through early summer’s hesitant dandelions
and used needles mingling with greying grass
how the songbirds sing
in blue skies
and over the squealing of a speeding car
going too fast past the
“Caution Children At Play” sign
how the court resounds
in a glorious composition of all colors and sizes
united through the love of an orange ball
how this green space breathes in now
inhaling the scent of burning rubber, sweat, and
the soft yellow hints of summer flowers