The Sunlight was Playing
The talkers were talking,
texting.
Walkers were walking,
skipping, jogging.
Strollers were shaking,
prams rocking.
Kids were shouting,
yipping, yelling.
The pond went roundly around
a circling ground of sound,
shorts on bicycles
were lazily wheeling.
Girls were sky-larking,
He sat under the sun,
a drowsily winking sun,
eyelids heavy and closing.
lashes flickering, tickling.
Sunlight was playing,
Shape-shifting his thoughts,
images
that turned around and around
the ring-a-round pond,
while he slowly melted
into a sleepy smile,
over there somewhere,
where no one looked to see.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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