Park

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Park

By the water tower the debris of a flower bed flows
Beneath weeds, smashed windows an hommage
To dereliction and foetid undergrowth
Where night kids  snap poppers and skunk blows

A rank eiderdown across scraped and raw concrete
A kiosk stands serving teas in ridged scalding cups
Two families play rounders, pretty mothers
Chic children from out of town –
Two youths watching lustfully, it’s grim.

One smiles at her – nice day he says
She opens like a book of songs and lullabies
Her naive hair flutters happily
Another sidles to her sports bag, inspects
Varnished racquets, Surrey-smooth
Cricket bats.

You need to watch it lady, I say, feel sad
For all the summer hols and amdram plays
It’s okay she says and moves away
They’re just being friendly.

I hope so I say
but
ohmydays.

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About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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