Gwen Harwood Poems
|1.||In The Park||8/3/2008|
|5.||The Glass Jar||4/20/2012|
|11.||'Thought is Surrounded by a Halo'||4/20/2012|
In The Park
She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
Two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt.
A third draws aimless patterns in the dirt
Someone she loved once passed by – too late
to feign indifference to that casual nod.
“How nice” et cetera. “Time holds great surprises.”
From his neat head unquestionably rises
a small balloon…”but for the grace of God…”