Friday, July 24, 2009
In the park a ball plays alone
Harry Chapin Park on an early summer morning.
Always there are toys abandoned all over the playground as if the Toddler Rapture came and took everybody below four, leaving only the scooters and stools and strollers. (Note to used toy thieves - an easy hit from 5 p.m. to 11 a.m. the next day.)
On this particular morning, a ball rolled into the fountain and got caught up in an endless loop.
Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Big blue ball will be spinning 'til noon
When you coming back kids? We don't know when.
But we'll leave our stuff again. You know we'll leave our stuff again.