Me and her, we go way back. We’re usually overlooked when the air is too brittle to shuffle the gravel, and when the mist clogs down whispering the royalty of water as the conquered of Hayes Park. It is posted in bulletins on iron lamps and in the clattering bits of online proclamations that we have Friends. We’re not sure, most days, of what you read is true. She stands an awkward angle to her beloved garden. There is no way we can bring cheeks close, ponder eye to eye on the same level. She was just built that way. We don’t mind only being remembered when the tulips balloon or the allium is in style, coveted by Friends. She has her jumprope. I have my bike. We never play, but it feels like we do. Because we’re both foolish, and we’re always grinning. No one makes notice. So we do the same every time. No matter the weather. We’re friends. And no one has to be notified for that to be true. ▫️ #poetry #tulips #hayespark #boston #bostonparks #southend #magenta #brass #jumprope #sculpture #statue #pocketpark #urbannature #poem #akaXN #TheRealXN (at South End, Boston) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAm-mtkHNzx/?igshid=zbqk2zx5iio4
