Spring 2015
Lunch in the Park by Laurie Kolp
Clouds close like curtains
sheering the sun as colorless
as her pallid face looking
down at chalk-drawn birds.
On bended knee she traces
their wings pink then sits back
and studies the masterpiece.
I watch her from a park bench
while children play hopscotch
across the sidewalk,
their voices rising and falling
like oak leaves choked by wind.
The girl looks up, my approach
a sudden whim, my flight
a flash of cinnamon. We stare
at one another, our connection
like falling stars in darkness
when all around is chaos
empathy offsets collusion.
A mother/daughter bond
I know she knows
surpasses death.
The Linnet's Wings Poetry
Motril, Granads, 2014