Stained Monochrome Wings

Park Path

01-24-12

The day I confessed

with unyielding confidence flourishing

the smell of clean mist, dewdrops in the air.

Children played; normally I hated children.

Hated, despised.

Today I enjoyed their existence,

the sounds of giggles, frolicking

as if toasting my succession.

Sprinklers blazed in the winter,

as if dancing to my enlightenment.

Crisp grass and an endless park path.