They break me
They break me
Those craggy old men throwing iron balls
They break me
Those sensual women with the brilliant skirts
Those sun-kissed, white-haired boy-children
They break me
Those bent-backed crones with the twisted fingers
Those slack-bodied businessmen enticed by the games
Those generous wide-palmed girls with the dreadlocks
Those birds audaciously stealing bread
Those trees rustling their downside-up skirts
Those breezes whispering secrets everybody knows
Even those dogs with the gregarious tongues
I am so
Brittle and
Dry,
Emaciated and
Dehydrated
This Park
In Midtown
At Midday
Teeming with
Saturated,
Thick,
Full-bodied
Life
Breaks me.
