Grey skies, grey water
in canals.
Bare branches turning
the barest of green
and pink-
Chase the pigeons children,
while the old people watch,
seated in their wicker chairs.
Bicycles, carts,
and unleashed dogs,
birds
I cannot name
above toothy rowhouses
leaning into one another-
Warm breezes,
light rain-
Spring in the park.
(Paris, March 2008)
Ayn Timmerman
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