sitting on a blanket
near the pond
watching the ducks
nibble on
trails of food
left by other
park-goers

my eyes
land on
a young woman
demolished by
the wrecking ball
of life

I am
no longer
interested in
the ducks

I look at
the young
woman

I look at
her hair
as that
tender park
breeze passes
through it

I look at
her eyes

I look at
her face

I look
through
her sadness

I close
my eyes

I imagine
the sound
of
her heartbeat

I smile

I look
at her
again

there are
many things
filled with
tremendous
beauty

and she
is too