At Riverside Park

by Giuseppe Grassi

Iridescent green leaves
under the Sun of Riverside Park.

A jungle of colors
a jungle of feelings
a jungle...
a jungle of life.

The bouncing of the ball
just before the net swells.
The collars of dogs,
too long or too short.
The momentum of squirrels,
and the babbling of the birds.

The lonely raccoon,
the hammock in the trees.

The traffic on the road
the traffic on the river,
the traffic in between...

The smell of brackish water,
and the rain that a cloud announces.
The sun belies,
the man cub repeating the adult.

Some try to read others to write.

I’m dreaming but, believe me,
I was there, at Riverside Park.