Fool's Game (A) Poem by David Thomas

Walking wildly in the crowds of Philadelphia
observing the inconsistant flow of people
noting every bird, building and bus
strolling through love park
and monitoring the lovely weather and whereabouts
striving cunningly to find them
the three in black and gray climb over,
wall, fence child and man, make room they're on
the move
searching such great hawks observing all
seeking out the three in shades and tints of red,
on the prowell constantly moving,
debating, liberating and then participate
chasing the spring trio with the utmost haste
across the courtyard and down the twenty set
now over the fence and across the river
quickly quickly they're moving too!
just around the corner the dark figures move swift
slamming face to face with the spring trio,
a scream or three and the chase continues,
one picture taken at the very moment
where the three dark figures, hands out reached-
stretch to wrap around the spring trio
forever remembered as love,
the never ending chase.