A sunny autumn day for me,
our Freedom Park, strolling,
working on my endurance and pace.
And when I sat here briefly to write,
I thought, "I get to eyeball-fuck all these people"
And I inwardly chuckle as I come up with my brief synopsis,
my short stories,
while sunbathing and daydreamy and evasdropping and staring at babies.
Remembering my own.
The shared free entertainment of a park.
Of unknown paths and leaves upon the ground.
My own son.
A sunny autumn day.