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“The Park”
He settles back against
the trunk of an old oak tree
from here he has
a good vantage point
of the whole park,
he had been walking around
for well over an hour
not really trying to get anywhere
more of an act of escape,
though no matter
how long he walks
he always ends up here
at the foot of the same tree
55-feet from his car
he had counted off his steps
on more than one occasion
to come up with
the 55-foot mark,
it had been months
since they had last
come here to the park
they use to come here
together all the time
he would slowly barbeque
a Tri-Tip roast
over red oak coals
as she ran along the pond
chasing her little dog
as it chased the little ducks.
He really loved watching her
play with that little dog
he had tried once
to explain to her
how her simplistic play
with her dog
brought out all the
natural and unrehearsed
moves of her body
that for him translated into
something so beautiful
that he could watch her
for hours,
she just said,
he was weird and
gave him a Hallmark smile
then went back to
chasing her dog
around the pond.
He was beginning to think
he should have walked
for another hour or two
but he knew deep down
it didn’t really make
much difference
no matter how far he walked
his thoughts were always
right here,
waiting for him,
underneath the large oak tree.
He looked over
towards the pond
trying to picture her
and the dog
running and playing
along the pond as before
but the images were all forced
no flow to them
it reminded him
of the only picture
he still had of her,
he hadn’t taken it
someone else had
she was looking right
into the camera
a mischievous grin
on her face,
but the picture
and the look,
weren’t meant for him
maybe if she had
wanted him to have the picture
he could have appreciated it more,
the way her eyes
looked into the camera lens
playfully flirting with the film
as it captured her image,
many a man could
fall in love with her
from nothing more
than this snap shot in time.
He tries to put away
the memories
as he walks towards his car
hoping next time he
decides to walk the park
when he gets to
the old oak tree
he’ll be alone
no longer stalked
by a worn out memory.
He gets into his car
finding his way
out of the park
and as he turns left
on to the main road
he pulls down his visor
to block his eyes
from the now setting sun
and as he looks up
he sees a picture
taped to the middle of
his visor,
of a beautiful woman,
with a mischievous grin,
staring into the lens
of the camera…
Tom Allen...07-29-2017…
He settles back against
the trunk of an old oak tree
from here he has
a good vantage point
of the whole park,
he had been walking around
for well over an hour
not really trying to get anywhere
more of an act of escape,
though no matter
how long he walks
he always ends up here
at the foot of the same tree
55-feet from his car
he had counted off his steps
on more than one occasion
to come up with
the 55-foot mark,
it had been months
since they had last
come here to the park
they use to come here
together all the time
he would slowly barbeque
a Tri-Tip roast
over red oak coals
as she ran along the pond
chasing her little dog
as it chased the little ducks.
He really loved watching her
play with that little dog
he had tried once
to explain to her
how her simplistic play
with her dog
brought out all the
natural and unrehearsed
moves of her body
that for him translated into
something so beautiful
that he could watch her
for hours,
she just said,
he was weird and
gave him a Hallmark smile
then went back to
chasing her dog
around the pond.
He was beginning to think
he should have walked
for another hour or two
but he knew deep down
it didn’t really make
much difference
no matter how far he walked
his thoughts were always
right here,
waiting for him,
underneath the large oak tree.
He looked over
towards the pond
trying to picture her
and the dog
running and playing
along the pond as before
but the images were all forced
no flow to them
it reminded him
of the only picture
he still had of her,
he hadn’t taken it
someone else had
she was looking right
into the camera
a mischievous grin
on her face,
but the picture
and the look,
weren’t meant for him
maybe if she had
wanted him to have the picture
he could have appreciated it more,
the way her eyes
looked into the camera lens
playfully flirting with the film
as it captured her image,
many a man could
fall in love with her
from nothing more
than this snap shot in time.
He tries to put away
the memories
as he walks towards his car
hoping next time he
decides to walk the park
when he gets to
the old oak tree
he’ll be alone
no longer stalked
by a worn out memory.
He gets into his car
finding his way
out of the park
and as he turns left
on to the main road
he pulls down his visor
to block his eyes
from the now setting sun
and as he looks up
he sees a picture
taped to the middle of
his visor,
of a beautiful woman,
with a mischievous grin,
staring into the lens
of the camera…
Tom Allen...07-29-2017…