Walk
Through the Park
It
was 4 30 pm in the afternoon and I was taking a walk
in
the park.
Dogs
ran by me like they didn't see me,
sometimes
sniffing my leg but not saying anything.
I
had just moved to Florida with my daughter, she worked
at
a bar downtown, taking the bus to and from work.
She
was a hard little worker, never complaining,
even
when the guys would hit her behind and call her dahling,
as
if that meant something to her when really it didn't.
She
thought she was the bomb in her own way.
I
missed her while she was at work. She filled my thoughts daily
while
she was gone, and when she got home we would make
dinner
and talk about what we did during the day-me,
usually
nothing.
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