Oasis

January 3, 2009
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Children squeal, still blissfully unaware of time slipping through their chubby fingers
Old men slump on newly painted benches, reminiscing
Nannies gossip, whispering about the latest tryst of Mr. X and his Mistress
Dogs growl and sprint and obey
Lovers embrace, overwhelming passion being suppressed by judging eyes around them
Criminals observe, inconspicuously planning and waiting for what only they can identify

I lie extended on the hard ground
Hair in dirt
Grass between my toes
No blanket, no cushion
Living on the pulse of this park
Thriving on the accents, attitudes, actions around me
The sun beats on me, melting away my tensions
I breathe easily

Children squeal
Old men slump
Nannies gossip
Dogs growl
Lover embrace
Criminals observe

And I
Just Am





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