On a lazy Sunday morning
after a week of diligent
bureaucratic service,
bought a couple of rolls at
the Giant deli, a cup
of wildberry yogurt, and
a little bottle of orange juice.
Started eating a roll on my
way across the parking lot.
Food fills, drink spills –
headed for the park.
A few benches under some evergreens.
In the middle of the soccer field,
trucks, campers, and cages huddled
like cottages of a small Alpine town.
A lion tamer poached an egg.
A trapeze artist hung laundry.
Elephants, huge raisins, chained
leg to leg, playfully tossed straw.
Around a picnic table, closer
to me, and closer to my childhood
dreams, two panhandlers shared a drink.