Sat in the park this afternoon. Started a new book. People watched. Soaked up some sunshine. And wrote this little poem for you all. Check it out below
Keep peace and keep creating,
Parker <3
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“spring in the park”
hpd // 03.24.19
the grass is printed
with quilts, dogs,
and artists with sketchbooks
like patterns printed on old wallpaper
a child’s hands deliver bread
to hungry mouths
crowding the pond
cheekbones, tips of noses,
naked shoulders,
and cherry blossoms
dress themselves
in a uniform of hot pink
while the air mixes
to pleasant proportions
half oxygen
and half gracious exhale
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