Being there

Being there


The clouds keep leaking
There’s a hot dog willing
its owner on reeling
around around the park
The sun never leaves that spot
between day and night

We are always eating picnics
sneezing at the greed
of seagulls shrieking
There’s a man
sweeping streets sweeping
in front of him
leaves keep gathering behind

There’s
a youngish woman
alone
only looking
She’s really
not that sad
not really

There’s a monitor continually
freezing Everybody’s always leaving
seeking something better their
mobile phones keep beeping We