I watched a little girl
speak to the leaves today.
Her mom yelled and yelled,
but she stayed put,
taking in the opinions
of fading yellows and brown.
Squirrels chased each other
in the tree near
where the girl spoke.
A dog stalked something
far away, another squirrel perhaps.
His ears floppy but pulled back,
tail standing straight up.
He wandered as his owner did,
individuals deciding
to come together again
when enough grass was smelled
and middle distance examined.
It was a busy day in the park,
but I sat quietly,
watching the world turn by
as if I were its axis.
So It Goes 