Lunch In A City Park

Ah, there’s a bald head and
There, bouncing boobs
Over there, a large paunch
Parading through

They’re all here at lunchtime
Midday summer respite
Blazes of red, yellow, and blue
Something old, something new

Feminine styles seated on the lea
‘Machos’ up against the trees
Sleesey dudes strutting through
They’re all here, lunchtime ease

The band is playing, a carnival mood
The secs and the execs are all here now
Make way you birds and trees
For the lunching crowd

–LE – 7/’80, revised 9/17/24

I originally wrote this as a stream of consciousness while waiting to lunch with my then girlfriend, eventually, my second wife. I’d punched out for lunch where I was working at the time on the other side of town and made it to the park just outside her office building. I took it all in and wrote the draft of this in the journal I was working on at the time. I found that old journal a couple of days ago and decided to finish the poem… wha-la…; -)