Incongruous Sunlight

November heat – I walked
in a park – acres of grass
burnt brown by the Autumn sun
flattened by an early snow
surrounded by a phalanx
of oaks rising
in all directions
but at my feet – a pinecone
incongruous in the sun
I looked around
and realized
the incongruous soup
I was bobbing in
no meat – no veggies
just out of place – in November
Summer in a day – 21 degrees
ladies roller-skating
in toques and tube tops
topknots and other parts
bobbing as they weaved
in and out of the crowd
strolling by the lake
in incongruous sunlight.

mwl ’20
(strolling on a Sunday afternoon at Dow’s Lake)

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