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Chester Park
Wrought iron gates closed
not locked yet proof enough
against street cries and bustling bus
filtered noise squeezing between the rails
loud enough to guide us back
should we wish ... ... ...
Jack and me, my friend and I.
Few shared the gravel crunch
its puddles and mud,
unlike stone-clad paths outside
where one can rush shop to shop
foot-fall-sure and level
only pedestrian clash to spoil the day.
Listen !...eavesdrop on blackbird songs
see them love and feed their brood.....
leaves whispering in the breeze.
Here is space and time for thought
rainbow choice, gold and green
wind- blown songs that fade
never die to join the library
where stored in alphabet and order
a million years or more from now,
share their space with other sounds,
Eroica, Beatitude, ranting tyrant
and mundane conversation..
Deep the wood, remnant of the chase
a stillness lets us hear ourselves..........
lub-dub, lub-dub, of healthy hearts...
left right, the feet reply, slow, predictable,.
room here to walk and dream,
no barging rushing crowds
No fals "sorry sirs '"
(Whose fault, anyway?)
The world is not a crowded place
we crush each other in the train
because we will not take another route;
here there’s room ... ... ...
grasses, touching in the lawn
having space enough making
way for dandelion clocks
and timeless daisy.
We came to walk and talk
recreate think and rest awhile....
leave behind din of making money....
gaudy coke, three for two, two for one,
gum strewn pavement slabs,
take-away, throw-away eat out shops
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
and what we found was time.
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