Thinking about the park when it's closed
all life is movement
all movement’s not life
I found this out recently
as my past few decades would testify
that impatience I took as dedication
revealed itself to me
as just another neuroses
one in a series of many
I try to work slowly now
I openly imitate those trees
you find swaying in a storm
on most days still standing
with bugs running up and down
its crotch