inclusiveness, civil disobedience, and rebellion on one particular hot July afternoon

 


escaping the heat down at
the public benches by the
river as the day pants like
a thirsty dog

the waters move as easily
as the thoughts of the
dead

Canadian geese bob up
and down in the water

a father helps his small
daughter with her fishing
pole as she thinks dandelion
thoughts

a breeze blows in from the
river and breaks up the
heat nicely

my mind is as empty as a
cracked egg shell as I take
it all in

two benches down from
me a man sits with a guitar
and plays disjointed
rhythms on strings fighting
to stay in tune

he stops

takes out a small flask of
something pure, looks
around to make sure no one
is watching and takes a
hit while I sit and smoke

two behaviors deemed
undesirable in public and
shunned by a world that
values inclusiveness

we nod to each other that
all is good and that we are
inclusive of one another

with that done, we lean
back, relaxed, feeling
quite satisfied with our
small victory over this
present world

the heavens tremble
at our rebellion