The Park

small, triangular is bleak in winter.

The stone girl's foot

looks cold

as she dangles it

over the empty pond.

The homeless huddle

on inhospitable benches

and the ginkgo trees

raise stiff, beseeching arms

toward a gray heaven.

Only the benches

newly painted green

foretell the spring.

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