"The Park"

A Poem by PoeT4994

I was sitting at the park. And was watching a bird. It just happened.

I'm sitting at the park.
The sun bullies the grass into submission, the wind comforts it.
The water danced against the rocks.
Birds sifted ballets on the surface of the lake.
Behind me sat a giant.
Grass trickled across his skin.
He was a hill.
I'm a heterosexual male, but I can confidently say, he is beautiful.
There's a single black bird that has a red face.
He has legs as green as a parrot, and a yellow tweetie bird beak.
He's trying to find himself.
Just as I am.
As he sets out on a journey across the lake, my pen swims across lines.
Hoping, that with each stroke, we will find ourselves.
I turned my head to think.
He disappeared.
The heat played violins on my back.
My shoulders hued the color of the birds face.
The grass wrapped around my feet.
My legs were green too.
My nose poked out to sniff the fresh air.
It was yellow.
My shirt is black.
I am the bird.
I can't fly, so I walked into the lake.
I floated there for hours.
Sometimes I think I can see the bird.
Or maybe i'm just trying to see myself as truly free.