Laying on one of Fort Greene's Shady Groves The afternoon Not quiet Hammering from a construction site, Sirens, The rumble of Brooklyn A mumbled conversation of two young women The chirp of two grakels a distant dump truck dropping its load. Another conversation High-pitched. I can make out phrases The two young people are not discussing poetry A trio of young teenage girls replace the young women For a second they were hippie chicks in Boston Common 1969 Their laughter reinforced that mirage Their language is from the future. I can decipher their words Except for "...they're like..." I love the park of Babble. The spring wind hushes over the grove The leafy boughs bob in the breeze. More laughter Non-stop hammering Sirens. The silent wind rushing through the trees. The people The park The city We are us Alone apart together Fort Greene Park
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