I just took a walk through the park today
With the moon still visible in the sky
And the sun barely risen
And no humans yet communing with nature
And, as I looked out, and saw
Picnic tables, etched and painted
With the names of rock bands and past lovers
And the grass strewn with remnants
Of yesterday’s picnics and overloads of beer
And I saw wrappings from restaurants
And backpacks, forgotten in the sprinkling of rain
That had tried to wash free
The ground of its turmoil
And Logan walked with me
In his joyful exuberance of life
And the small flowers just starting to bud
And the smell of the grass
And the fresh scent of Earth
And he didn’t leave anything behind
Except his love for the park
And a respect for nature, which provides
The small pleasures of life
And, as we left the park, just a few steps from our home
There was a sign, of a dog with a line through it
And I thought
Perhaps we should allow the dogs in
And keep the people out.
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