The Good of Inclusion
I wish the whole world could come share
This park with me
With us
This Sunday afternoon
Run under the spire of blue sky
Green Earth
Shoes to their feet
Experience a freedom from fists and elbows
Fighting itself
Within a slavery box tucked in a palm
Come to this park
Where a dozen boys in a mix of colors
Team under the basketball hoops
And whoop it up
And a field-wide game of cricket
Unfolds with Indian teams in home-made jerseys
Women rocking their picnic baskets
Pickleballs batted over a dozen nets
Dog walkers and runners old and young
Boys and girls gay or not
Weaving this tapestry of happiness
The river streaming by like leaves in the sky
Last flowers aching
Deer peering behind the Oaks
The slanted heat of October sun
Shined upon all our faces
Forever and ever
As one.
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