I visit Ortega Park once again
after many days of missed walks
hanging around my house.
Today's different:
this time I take Bill there
for a picnic of
yogurt & cabbage,
dill pickles,
wonderful mini-pasta.
We pour cold water from
stainless steel water bottles
into clear plastic cups
I read Bill my 2 favorite
Neruda poems...
somehow, two poet's voices
penetrate the warm day
of t-shirted ball-players
babies & kids, moms
roses that bloom
effortlessly!
like this day,
like this precious
poetic moment.
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