People in tracksuits running past

women with a shopping

who talk very fast,

anxious to travel home before all the rush,

man with a dog on a lead

waits while his dog

waters a tree.

Its all going on

this way and that

the short cut through the park

out in the sun,

amid the bikers

and those that use well worn boards

the blingers who parade

like cartoon boarding displays

and me with a tired well used newspaper

bemused by so much going on

and I should have come later.

Sometimes you nail it

right on the button

you find the park empty almost forgotton,

your favourite bench

and there you sit,

but today you messed up

its like a football pitch.