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.
