darken behind the park’s trees
and their golden leaves.
Model yachts broach, dogs yelp, hats
blow off and people chase them laughing
in the wind, voices sparkling.
Sudden gust, raindrops,
people scatter smiling with
blurred, watery eyes.
Note: This poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Bubble, World’ (Menu, Poems, ‘Bubble World’) 🙂