At The Edge Of A Green Park Poem by Shalom Freedman

At The Edge Of A Green Park



AT THE EDGE OF A GREEN PARK


At the edge of a green park
Waiting for a work day to begin
I stand in the sun
And write these guilty lines.

‘How Beautiful the World can be
where we are-

Despite Dread and Death
Far away.'

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