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.


  1. funny, and kind of eerie too.

  2. This is my first time visiting your blog - sent over via Four Walls and a Roof. Love what I've read thus far. I'll be back.