The Park - Haley Heynderickx, Max Garcia Conover

It took hold of me

I saw a grown man crying

I ricocheted the difference as a stranger kindly watching

From a park bench across the street

And it took hold of me

I wonder what this man is borrowing

Has he unlocked the pattern from that well that he’s been drawing from

As he dips the shadows unto his feet?

And it took hold of me

Was someone planting him a garden?

Was her hair as long as the streams within a fountain

Pouring light

Into a home he could not keep

Oh how nice to see a pattern broken

When I’ve never even seen my father weep

So it took hold of me

Was someone planting him a daughter

Was her life as strong as the river pushing water from the sides

And gently out to sea

And it took hold of me

I offer cigarette and lighter

I know it isn’t much but if it makes spirits feel higher

We push the smoke out into the street

Into the street

Into the street