Park
As the sun melts away
the last drop of slumber,
a once arid air
trembles with a torrent
of tongues. Flowers surrender
their leaves to the generous rays.
The sky swarms with a sea of
paper puppets. Ants
flee in fright as red-shirted
elephants trample the grass
glistening in the paradise.
A bench stands unmovable,
unoccupied amid the maelstrom:
a figure lunges forth,
seizes it.
He takes a breath,
plunges into the
vista that surrounds him;
his eyes follow the birds
bursting from their perches,
their feathers billowing high high high
into the blue,
as his mind melts
away towards the stratosphere.
