Thoughts at the Park

It's warmer now but there's
still snow on the ground.
Snow and plastic wrappers
and paper and cigarettes.
When will be The Day
We Clean It All Up? When
will be The Day We Clean
Ourselves Up?

You stole those sunglasses
from the store we went to last
night but when everyone
at the party put them on
I told them the glasses belong
to you. Who does anything
really belong to? Who do we
belong to?

In my dream last night the
stoplights only worked
sometimes. When they
worked I asked “Who is this
an act of?” and the voice
replied “Man.” When they
stopped working and the
cars still drove on, I asked
“Who is this an act of?” and
the voice replied “God.” When
will be The Day We Claim
What We Believe In? When
will be The Day Our Beliefs
Claim Us?

The door at the park is
narrow and long. It looks like
it is made for a narrow and
long person. When will be The
Day We Have Structure
Which Fits Everybody? When
Will be The Day We Have
No
Structure

at
all?

Structure and stoplights. The Day We
Cleaned Ourselves Up. Doors and
property. The Day We Decided
Who It All Belongs To. Plastic
wrappers and stealing. The Day
We Claimed Our Beliefs.
It's warmer now but there's
still snow on the ground.