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Peace and Other Stories

Fragments of a Formerly Active Sex Life

The First Day of Spring in Central Park
by Marc Sobel  /  poetry  /  29 Aug 2007

Bare skin, long bleached by winter's kiss, revealed

To a Sun whose warmth for months was long concealed


Frisbees skimming footballs in the air

Pretzel salt smells linger everywhere


And laughter drifts, like fireflies, upon the breezes

While allergies create a chorus of sneezes


The fishing pond is thronged with boats and song

A gentle, pleasant vibe flows all day long


And hungry, sated tongues lapping ice cream

A collective peace so calm it's like a dream


I'm almost moved to tears to see it end

But at least I spent it all with my best friend

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