Opening Closure

Closer the edge of the park

Closer the deepest nature.

Inside cyclists spiral

Down a weekend velodrome.

Mossy lake rowers gaze

At cloud hazed towers,

Calm looks at swamp rats

And shudders.

The blackest stones radiate afternoon

As Sunday skippers

Trip

down

the granite

staircase

To the newly marbled fountain.

Songs spray out

Brought up from the music well

Artesian level.

The moment, perfect Mozart

Pulled in by the wind

Floats

Inland up

Glistening song,

Remembered more than heard

Where destiny meets eternity.

Closer the edge of the park,

Closer, the deepest nature.

© Cory Zacharia