Dusk creeps into the city’s park
ushering droves of the solitary.
Some scurry off to beat the sunset home
to electronic companions
who will share the blue dim-lighted cells
despite the canned laughter
and droll dialogue
where phones don’t ring and
doorbells never need to be answered.
Two sit and converse
sharing a variety of chocolates and lies.
They are old and meet here often.
They really don’t have much to say.
They comment on the young women’s bodies as they pass.
Others linger spotting the separate benches,
as if they were still searching for someone.
A man moves from one refuse container to another,
talking to an imagined listener,
not missing a single aluminum can or any food scrap.
Runners lope by
isolated in their earphones
the square’s perimeters and pathways.
Slipping out from under the trees
hurrying after the retreating day
the light catches only
in the eyes of the children,
the dogs and the squirrels.
As darkness approaches, a choir of hidden sparrows
Accompanied by the endless drone of traffic
Lull the city into an unquiet stillness.