scribble from the park
Little green birds that come with me around the world hidden in my pocket are wagging around with short blades of grass in their orange beaks in the Cuitadella grounds beneath moribund leaves of kaleidoscope decay and three blond American little girls run down the dirt walkway all smiles and bare feet Dad standing in shorts at the long end of the track hand outstretched to call the photo finish winner among his three daughters while mom sits by in red shoes and soft expressions and it makes my head clear on a shady park bench in this Barcelona autumn beatnik moment of perfect weather and no company.