Under the warm sun,
Rays lick my skin while
Shimmering blades of grass tickle my cheek.
I lay sprawled across the dewy lawn.
A quick brisk breeze sends
Spiders down my spine
And grass up my skirt.
Should’ve worn jeans.
Children squeal and scream
With happiness in their eyes.
Dogs bark their hellos to the passerby.
Crank the music up.
“A denial, a denial!”
Mr. Cobain shrieks in my ear.
I close my eyes and let the music play.
Nirvana indeed.
Chewing on my pen,
I dream the fates of mortal fictions,
Sweeping words across a blank page.
A nice place to write in peace.
Dusk comes all too soon.
I pick up my belongings and book it home.
Tomorrow bears another opportunity to relax.
Just another day at the park.
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