An Evening In The Park

The impotent sun slips down
Behind a suburban roof,
While the green impassive trees
Are run through by the wind's spears,
Mongrels chase each other's tails
And a corgi stops and stares
At some boys playing football,
They kick and shout and two fall.

Three young be-nyloned girls
In premature cosmetics,
Out to be seen, harshly laugh
At the two young fallen lads,
Who return manly, rough cries
Of discommunication;
In the universal Sky,
A squadron of swifts fly by.

Below, on the cropped green grass,
Match-boxes and waste-paper
Lay left, very unwanted,
Trodden on by a husband,
With pram and untidy wife,
While behind all, traffic moves;
But now the evenings cold,
And the closing bell is tolled.

by Gerald O'Hagan U.6


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