poem

In a picturesque park down a scenic path,
One shoe follows the other
Treading the cobblestone
Passing pairs of feet walking the opposite direction.
All are determined to get where they are going.

Sun pierces through a web of branches;
Moon casts an eerie glow.
Flower to flower a butterfly dances;
Blanket upon blanket falls the snow.

Feet march on
To the café,
To the library,
To the playing fields,
Where whole bodies wait to greet them.