Where Were You?


This morning there were
Men fishing in the park
With wide, red hats
Fishing club, I guess

Grandmother and child
Walking a bridge
With a sun-umbrella
Colors as vivid as the

Yellow gosling feathers
Trailing their parents
In the pond

Scraped knees at the
Base of a steep hill
Wincing and cursing
At bent bicycle tires

Pair of married flip-flops
Stood smoking cigarettes
Crying and comforting
One another

Wrinkled camerawoman
Twirling underneath
The canopy of trees
Capturing the dappled light

Where were you?