Poet 11586

Riverdale park

I met her on a page of life
where nothing had been written
Blushing petals
Paper peonies
Purring like a kitten
She could ink in black the avenue
like notes upon a scale
How I marvelled at her melodies
and lush romantic tales
Sundays laughed with our reflections
in the windows of the shops
buying garlic greens
When I stopped
to ask her,
“What of finer dining where they serve the golden calf?”
She replied,
“I'm making salad-nothing's finer!”
Then she laughed
the sun will soon be setting”
“Follow me before it's dark!”
So I followed her
and saw the light
in Riverdale Park