- Carly Feinman
Day 78- 11.3.20
Cezar Chavez Park
I.
The bay pulls up
on the coastal rocks like
a car that’s finally found
a parking spot
which is to say
easily and with
great gratitude.
II.
Each ripple coming towards
the yellowed grass, the kites
on the plateau,
is a siren song of
longing.
III.
Dogs, thirsty and covered
in dust, rule the dirt paths and
children rule the flat pastures,
running and falling and
running again.