Neighborhood Park

I’ve been walking in a local park. It’s quite a tame place – ballfields, tot lot, picnic shelters, and lots of benches along the one-mile walking track loop. I see all kinds of people at the park. I particularly noticed a group of old men who meet there. Some walk, some don’t, but they all end up in groups and conversations on the benches. Everyone is glad to be outside after the cold winter.

Here’s a little haiku group about what I saw.

Three pale old men sit
on the bench in the thin shade
of the budding trees

Three pale old men talk
huddled together on the bench
in the cold spring sun

You may speak freely
as you sit on this park bench
it will tell nothing


7 thoughts on “Neighborhood Park

  1. Ohhhh, I love them! I like that you used “pale” and “thin” in the first one. And I like the way the scene/story continues through to the wonderful last line.

  2. Thank you. I’m very interested in this group of men – it’s obviously hard for many of them to get around and they all help each other – and coming to the park is important for them. For lots of reasons.

  3. Yes, they are friendly, I’ve exchanged greetings. The park has a whole array of groups who seem to meet there, moms with strollers, kids at the tot lot, neighborhood people who know each other (speaking English, Russian, Korean…) and all us loners just going around the track!

  4. Gosh, it sounds like a delightful place to spend some time! So much to learn from all the different people–and in their languages…and of course lots of inspiration for poems.

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