Replaying Mozart's Serenade #3 In G Poem by RIC BASTASA

middle age sits on a bench
at the park
just watching people pass by-

a fat lady with a pink purse as small as as a snail
a thin man looking like he's dying of tuberculosis

a little boy being held tight by his mom smiling at me
two lovers as sweet as sugar and walking too close like a glued pair of slippers

middle age sits alone and laughs loud like he's winning
this lonely game of optical illusion
this trajectory projection

middle age inside this cell of himself
looking for an opening