I know so very little of this place
It’s very lovely
People walking
Train crowing in the distance
The cool breeze
The clover in full bloom
Covering the field
Everything reminds me
At times like this
This park full of memorials
Lots of folks lying in the grass
Or on blankets
As if they have no cares
Or at least they set them aside
For a while
Sometimes I’m sure that all of life
Is only the collection of memories.
It’s so hard for me to be here and now.
I keep finding myself engulfed
In my own memories.
