Prospect Park
the ducks are in the algae
the dogs are in the pond
the women are in the water
without their sandals on
I am on a wooden bench
you are in your bed
that’s all I know for certain
and even that’s just in my head
late summer here in Brooklyn
winter’s ending down below
the birds are flying south from here
so that’s the way I’ll go
we say we’ll be together
most days I think it’s true
so look for me at your road’s end
at mine, I’ll look for you
16 September 2012
Brooklyn NY
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