Overcast
A mother overhead,
bearing down
with beacon eyes -
my feet
on her beat.
The park -
overcast.
Hear the beat
of robin feet
on the muddy lawn.
Stranger in park -
no bark of dog
nor scampering squirrel.
Flood
like a murky lake -
the sodden path
is alive
with my steady
sneakered tromp
and the allocation
of worms.
2/27/2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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