Wandering the grounds,
I felt a constant presence.
It was comforting,
as though I had been accepted into a small community.
But, returning day by day,
I realized, that this was not a cohesive community.
Instead, the park’s occupants were forced to take turns,
after the park was groomed, guests were ushered in.
It was clear they were most welcome of the bunch.
Few and far between, there were some locals it seemed,
but that was the night.
when the guests of honor had already long gone,
and the rabble could return,
for recreation,
or to sleep through the night.
It would all begin again the next day,
and over time, I’m sure,
that images of this park,
will be shared, and continue to build an expectation that
this place is for guests,
that it serves a sole purpose.
I hope
it retains it’s ensemble.
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