The Park Poem by Justin Reamer

A couple plays tennis in a court,
The ball bouncing back and forth
Like a pendulum swaying to and fro
In a grandfather clock;
The players—choreographers—
Their feet metronomes in the field,
Anticipating each movement of the melody,
Moving to the downbeats of the rhythm,
Perform a beautiful ballet in the tennis court.

A youthful couple wanders through the field,
Holding hands and smiling as toxins from
Cupid's arrows travel through their veins,
Infecting them with infatuation.

Young mothers and their
Children on the playground,
Push young infants in swing,
Twirl toddlers on a merry-go-round,
Help daughters climb the Jungle Jim,
And catch children as they glide
Down the giant green slides,

But on this sunny day,
Amidst the smiling faces and
The jolly frolicking of children,
An old woman sits on a park bench,
Lost in her thoughts,
Her presence unknown to others.
Standing, she leaves the park
Without a single trace.