Poetry Friday

For Hunter Park


"Stay away," says the fear.

"Please come back," says the breeze.

"They had guns," says the fear.

"I have birds," say the trees.


"There was blood," says the fear.

"I've got sun," says the sky.

"Someone died," says the fear.

And there is no reply.



"But I'm scared," says the fear,

"My complacency's gone."


"Yes, it is," says the park,

"Now come back, and walk on."



This past weekend, a young man was shot and killed in the park where I take my lunch hour walks. But I will continue to walk the path. It's a beautiful park, and it belongs to us all.