Sunday, October 7, 2012

Sunday Memories: Another Park Another Sunday

It was like finding the ring I found that day in another park.  I was just minding my own business when I looked down or up or right or, in this case, left.

This park, a block-long garden that had been loved into being by volunteers from all over the neighborhood, was filled with chickens and extra other birds and lots of dirt and plants and flowers and people digging things, and little wonderful corners to sit down in and listen to other things besides annoying cell phone conversations.

And in one of those sweet corners, I found this stone table, this old stone table with dark grey squares and light grey squares, just like the one I leaned against one hot summer in 1964 or 5 and announced my undying love for Allen to the old men playing chess, not knowing his people and my people didn't marry during those olden days.

Times have changed.  The stone table waits for new players.

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