The Master of Gateway Park
An old man dances in the park
With his arms spread wide,
Taking slow steps,
Circling in a morning ritual.
He is The Master in loafers
Making the sun rise
And creating the universe
To the beat of his own
Stately music.
Every morning
Before the dew on the grass
Starts to shine
He dances
And then the sun rises.
One morning
A little girl
In a white church dress
Skips through the park
Behind him.
She dances, too.
He wonders
Did he create her?
Did she make the sun rise today?
And with these questions in his mind
The old man in the park
Dies before the next sunrise
And the little girl
In the white church dress
Does not notice.
But the sun does rise.
Bob poetry 