Park # 1

Sitting in the park.

Centre of attention to the cities eyes.

The tough bark of a tree.

A comfortable but rigid rest to support my back.

My momentarily warm feet from walking sneakers

now feel the chill of the breeze.

The solace star falls down raising temperatures . . .

Cold.

Nipples alert.

Blended Ice coffee finished.

The upright couple have grown exhausted 

of grooming each other orally.

Jaws lay relaxed.

Lay down.

Calm satisfaction.

Young pre-adolescence give their attention 

to freezing the moments of wildlife.

Movements and Postures .

Squirrel there's no need to be scared.

They don't want your nut.

As much of a prized possession it is.

In French one boy directs,

'allez le droit, tourner à gauche'

' Take the picture now'

Well thats I assume the rest meant.

I was never that good at French.

Another couple oddly walk past.

Same height.

Summer love.

They jostle past .

Shredding up grass.

Unknowingly.

They continue.

Side by side.

Hip to hip.

Right then left.

How long will it last?

Hmmmmmm.

Then my back stiffens.

I arch forward,

supporting myself

with chunky crossed legs.

Thoughts dry.

Goosebumps become raised.

Joggers jog.

Warm perspiration. 

And then a figure. 

Footsteps turn.

The friend is here.