Concerning the Park

  Pale blue angels loitering about park-benches along the concrete lake shore; pale devils cupping cigarettes against the breeze, faces vanishing in the orange flare. Wan spirits of children staring as unabashed as only the innocent can, led into darkness by the hand of preoccupied parents. Ghostly lovers reclined on blankets spread across the damp grass and beneath the occasional glimpse of Orion flexing dimly on midnight blue. Faded winter captured in a glass of wine caught flashing in a moment of moonlight and revenants in evening supplication. Dew, tears, rain, absolution. Perhaps we stress too much over definition.