Go around the curve from West Avenue Road.
There it is, that ancient park with breaking
stone walls and statues. Dying on the outside,
but alive within. Lively flowers, trees, and green
grass captures any wondering eyes.
Alexandria lied there in the open field waiting.
We traded whispers by the lake.
Her hair flowing red and those big blue eyes
gazing at me with affection.
Cool breezes touched our skin and
revitalized us with aromas of nearby flowers
At sunset we settled under the giant
magnolia tree. In the darkness exposed by the moon lit
park we would meander and kiss until we found
soft secluded spots fulfilling our urges.
Roseberry Park seemed like a dream the next day.
A wrinkled note in my locker broke me down.
A new love was found.
Sitting in disbelief at that same
open, now rainy, field love dispelled.
Reminded of her love with the last drops of rain
descending down my face
Closing my eyes
Feeling soft and hitting the ground fast to be absorbed into the earth…
Hoping to give life to something new