Grey skies, grey water <br /> in canals. <br />Bare branches turning <br />the barest of green <br /> and pink- <br /> <br />Chase the pigeons children, <br />while the old people watch, <br />seated in their wicker chairs. <br /> <br />Bicycles, carts, <br />and unleashed dogs, <br /> birds <br />I cannot name <br />above toothy rowhouses <br /> leaning into one another- <br /> <br />Warm breezes, <br /> light rain- <br />Spring in the park. <br /> <br />(Paris, March 2008)<br /><br />Ayn Timmerman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-park-in-paris/
