Not many people out here today.
A man spraypaints a railing.
Two girls, backs to the water, braid each other’s hair.
Two boys bicycle down from the bridge. One looks over
his shoulder, shouts something I cannot hear.
A woman and child crouch on the rocks. The boy,
blue plaid, reaches for birds with small hands.
All this on the far side, of course.
Over here there’s just me.
And the ducks. And a scattering of pigeons.
Oh--and a young couple picnicking
on the grass. He has binoculars
and a cigarette; she, long hair
and a laugh that carries.
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