The Park

I saw people lying on blankets

Kissing and playing and reading

And a group of friends laid their black leather couch on the field

To sit and watch others play Frisbee.

There was nothing but grass and trees

Some smelled of grape jam

And others of reefer

And others untouched

Kissing and playing and reading

Guitar serenade with a woman's eyes closed

Her hands patting atop her summer skirt

Kite tall in the hands of a short curly haired girl

Never towering

The paths are around the grass and far away

Kissing and playing and reading