All of the people at the library are beautiful,
reflecting the glow of Swedish architecture
and gentle care of alphabetization
They exude the lush world of mind words
feelings, revelations,
translated through time and out through their skin
The jogging people glide on the sidewalk
with pulsating synchronicity
Their faces bounce off of slow strolling folk
and shiny condo mirrors
as they complete a lung dance on concrete.
In the park
people lay on the ground
letting green earth villi energize their blood,
trees radiating sun concentrate
The littlest ones putter round with delight,
the big ones wish not to return to their plastic cubes
And the creaky old ones savour the colours that
they may never see again.
