Friday, December 30, 2016


I took my daughter to the park, and she
Delighted in the chance to run 'round, free
To play on slides and swings, and under tree
And above grass. In our apartment life,
We only have such spaces free of strife
Due to the common good. The times are rife
With condemnation of collected work,
Calling the one who trumpets it a jerk
Or worse--while still expecting every perk
The common good provides. My daughter knows
Only that the park is fun. She grows
In a time contentious, in a world that shows
That what we do together matters not.
It is no lesson I would have her taught.

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