Patiently Enjoying Memorial Day Weekend

Little birds are out this morning, darting,
Circling insanely, eating insects, I presume.
Single humans, here and there, tread
Purposefully on the paths inside the park
Across the street. It's early, Sunday. Even
So, the cars come through the traffic circle
Now and then. Perhaps they're going
To somebody's house to spend the holiday.
Perhaps they're not. The lower classes
Have to work on holidays. Somebody
Has to sell the steaks and cigarettes
That people wake up lacking, wanting.
Some of those who hurry by could be
On their ways here to have an injury
Addressed or see someone who can't go
Home to have a lovely holiday, to smoke
Or barbecue a steak, or saunter through
The park to watch the birds devour bugs.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-05-28 at 15:29

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Looking at life from above. Your observations seem so real. I imagine that these days those "fun" family celebrations are often more dreaded than enjoyed. I wonder if life was really as happy and carefree as Norman Rockwell painted it in his time?
Get well soon!

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
How are you doing,Larry? Great descriptive poem with a touch of social justice tossed in nonchalantly!i remember a time when all businesses closed for holiday weekends so EVERYONE could share them with friends and family.

You paint a picture here! Lovely work.