Poem: At the End of the Park


In a January bleak and brewing
Wandering beneath black lanterns high
Down a side-street did I meander
Under nighttime windy sky
At an end I stumbled trudging
Across a frozen wintry ground
My feet are crunching in dim corners
Winter’s wind drowns out all sound
I happen upon little bridge
Metal rail above a furrow
Wandering unseen by creature
Unseen now does my path burrow
In this place a memory forgotten
Some thing that was that I’d forgot
Beside a bridge in secret places
Only now returns to thought
Something simple and unassuming
Briefly passes as I go
Moving homeward to destination
Remembered what I used to know
My detour quickly returns to course
Familiar streetlamps dispel the dark
Shortened journey, memory returned
In the night at the end of the park

©2014 James Takeo

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