Lush Green Park

Sitting on a bench in a lush green park, waiting for my friend to return, people walking by, staring as I write, poetry forming in this evening breeze. Candid photos of my mind, pasting themselves into photo- graphic memories, preserved for all time in an album of my intellect. Birds chirping, cooing, tweeting as people pass beneath the trees they're perched upon, light gently fading as the sun begins to set beneath the clouds. Sun now playing peek-a-boo behind a dome of the Victoria Memorial, sinking too fast to get it's picture of bril- liance before disappearing.