Lush Green Park Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting on a bench in a lush green park, waiting for my
friend to return, people walking by, staring as I write,
poetry forming in this evening breeze.

Candid photos of my mind, pasting themselves into photo-
graphic memories, preserved for all time in an album of
my intellect.

Birds chirping, cooing, tweeting as people pass beneath
the trees they're perched upon, light gently fading as
the sun begins to set beneath the clouds.

Sun now playing peek-a-boo behind a dome of the Victoria
Memorial, sinking too fast to get it's picture of bril-
liance before disappearing.