Europe in SummerA Poem by Maxwell Ryder
Sun overhead
Cooling elms give relief, Bringing out long legs in dresses Old men playing bocci, playing chess; A poet tossing yesterday's bread scraps to pigeons, shooting Paranoid looks between frantic pecks; Children skipping on cobblestone Young lovers cooing like doves, Wrapping necks on a bench; Fountains muffle their secret tryst A gaggle of old ladies opposite, Say, Look at the wench kiss! - Where are her parents? - Have they forgotten the swarthy men with whom they made kids? Europe. Summer in the park. Hard to fathom there ever was a dark age on the continent, Or a world fallen apart. ~ MR (July 9, 2016) © 2017 Maxwell Ryder |
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