Hyde Park

by Meredith Pitt

Knee-high chess

recreates Camelot

between neat piles

of leaf-blowers.

Fountains shower

the homeless in

one continuous

burst of jonquils.

City workers pace

with phones

attached; under

the canopy of

shitting pigeons.

Lovers swoon

on the new sweet

grass, tracing

names with

skywriters on

kite-strings.

 written in response to exercise ten