The hammocks sway
in a slight breeze funneled
through the viaduct, hidden
among the green cling
of the riverbank — vacant
for now, sagged low and
rustic seemed, save for the cruelled
muscle that will loosen there
once night falls on the park so
well-groomed below the hipped
roofs that command the bluffs,
blind but for the views
their windows frame.
Image: Ovidiu Gruescu on Unsplash
Sweet and Bitter Greens 