Time to belong
Time to be apart
Time to relax
Time to sit and watch
the sky
to sit in a park
all day long
and see the world go
by.
At least a little part of it.
The tiny bit behind my house
where there's a creek
a hall
a bocce court
and a stroll on the grass is fraught
with bindis and barkers eggs.
To sit or lie and take
it all in
not once or twice
but all day long
knowing that tomorrow
could be the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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