In a Park

I depend upon my sense of space

As I write 

in the absence of light

Beneath the stars

Marijuana fills the air

And glow-sticks guide my thoughts

from pen to page

A diverse community has gathered

to cheer 

for a shared cultural phenomena

A shared pleasure

They crunch popcorn

and laugh

and whisper

in lawn chairs

with blankets

On one of those simple nights

in a park

in a neighborhood

in America

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

quite the atmosphere for stimulation to writing...

the simple nights, the complex thoughts...and America...

oh for that simplicity again.