Tuesday In The Park

I went for a walk, first one in a while. And it was good. I sat and got some recommendations done, so it wasn't just a walk in the park. It was beautiful. There's a sign there that reads Walden Pond.

"Sit at Walden Pond,"
the ducks, birds, and wind beckon;
how could anyone say no?

I wonder what birds
think of our music-less
plain and awkward speech.

"Look, a pretty bird."
The young boy sees and chases.
Mother keeps walking.