Hubbard Park At Dusk
Here I sit with the melting sky,
the sun sunken behind bald mountains,
the trees: just sticks I can see through,
the screams and laughter and stomping feet of the boys behind me
and the light fading imperceptibly so
and somehow I know
that each tall pine standing in a circle around me
appreciates the sound of the children's laughter
piercing the silence
ever so shockingly often.
2 comments:
That last line is a mouthful!
I know but I kinda like the way it makes you slow down to say it, kind of like how I had to slow down to appreciate my surroundings and to write the poem.
Do you think it works or doesn't work?
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