To The Leaves of Grass

to the leaves of grass

stretching cross this empty park

shaded by an occasional maple tree

i see two individual men 

walking their dogs 
without leaches

children in the playground

not brought by their parents to play

the gentle wind of dusk

with cool hints of autumn

an autumn that will keep me indoors

off this bench in the park

after leaves turn yellow, orange and gold

turning me frosty, cold with vapor breath

how could this place become mine?

through the breaks

that a passing cloud takes

from sunny Chiayi skies

of pineapple fields forever...

oh, if only I had known

how the path up the mountain

so steep, so long

would take me home

where i belong

 

Aug. 23, 2021