Dusk. Where the voice of the skitzo’s are heard;
the squirrels don’t roam or nest here,
neither do the birds.
I used to rest there.
Spend my nights coveting and covering
what was left of
my remaining hair.
I claimed the left bench number two,
right next to Daniel the Lion.
He made me feel safe, and
his eyes are blue.
That was before they EVICTED the homeless,
told us to leave.
DO NOT CAMP.
Do not breathe,
do not dwell,
DO NOT LIVE.
Well, I went there last night, and
I was shocked and amazed!
It seems the homeless have LIVED
to see another day.
A day in the park,
another cold, stark, bright night.
Dark.
We are back again.
Back in McPherson; ParkED!
