Water Dancer by Judy Brownlee

Hot inner-city park.
                   A homeless man runs
                   in the cool fountains,
                   sprays of water diamonds
                    in the sunlight,
                   shouting gleefully.
                   A security person strolls by
                   and asks him to be quieter.
The water dancer leaves.
 
 
               All the day's visitors welcome
                   the shade of the tall aspen trees.
                   Flowers, everywhere,
the black-eyed Susans,
                   the petunias, the pansies
          greet the morn with glamour
but wilt as the hours progress.
 
 
                   A bronze statue
                   of a mounted RCMP
                   towers above the rest of us,
the perspiration on his brow long gone.

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About Judy Brownlee
A poet from Red Deer, starting to put her work "out there".
A member of a wonderful writers group who encourages me.