Diamond Park Poem by saranyan bee

By the sound of her skipping rope,
whiplash on the patch of grass
long since dead,
whizz over the ear,
whine over the head
I know her,
in the Diamond park
when the sun turns gold
gold red, red purple
and kind of bleak shadow
when stars hold the sky.

I know her, they say
she has squint in her eyes,
they hold their hearts, they say,
when bottom rises, bottom sets,
her bosom rises, bosom sets,
I know her by the scent of sweat,
the story of her perfume,
I under the Cedar
sit when she skips,

then, she's gonna wed, she says
by the next moon, she says
make life with a plumber
from the timber shop, she says
she cant skip, she says
she says, her baby is showing up,

I change my place to another bench
under a tree where nuts do not drop,
squirrels do not spit,
I weep,
when I weep they say,
here is the blind beggar
who loved the girl with squint,
and still dropp a nickel.