park in son; or, grass stains

don’t watch my feet

i can’t control them either

just keep looking beyond me

to whatever it is there

if only i wasn’t in the way

knowing that life isn’t too kind

to the kind and living

which is why so many people

forget their childhood

when they weren’t so hateful

and sometimes forget their adulthood too

and then when they are tired

from moving those feet

watching and looking beyond

they get there

forgetting what it means to be old

for there is no such thing as elderhood

or at least

none that can be remembered

even if the feet still move

uncontrollably

though no one else

can hear the music