I KNEW THAT IF I DIDN'T HAVE ANY MONEY
THERE WOULD ALWAYS BE THE PARK
THAT IF I WAS IMPRISONED FOR VAGRANCY
THERE WOULD ALWAYS BE
THE SUNSHINE COMING DOWN
AND PEOPLE RELAXING
AND BEING FREE RIGHT HERE IN THIS PARK
OR ONES LIKE IT,

I KNEW THAT EVEN IF I CEAST TO EXIST
THE MUSIC WOULD BE PLAYED BEYOND ME
AND THAT PEOPLE WOULD BE DANCIN
IN THE FUTURE—
THAT THERE WOULD ALWAYS BE SMILES SOMEWHERE
AND THAT THE SUN WOULD BE SHININ ON DOWN
SO TO SPEAK.

THESE PHILOSOPHICAL THOUGHTS AND OTHERS
WERE DANCING IN MY MIND'S REVERIE
AS I CHILLED UNDER A BLOSSOMING, WIGGY LITTLE TREE.
THERE WERE SPOTS OF SOIL AND PATCHES OF GRASS—
I SAW AN EARTHWORM,
I SAW A PIECE OF BROKEN GLASS,
I SAW AN IVY LEAF, SO YOUNG AND TENDER
POKING UP THROUGH THE SOIL—
DIDN'T IT KNOW THAT
IT WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO GROW AND PROSPER
AS A PLANT HERE ON THIS LAWN
THAT IS STRICTLY FOR GRASS?
LO—

THE POETICAL MOMENTARY REMINDER OF DEATH—
THE ANSWER IS NO—
THE IVY HAS NO KNOWLEDGE
OF ITS GREATER CIRCUMSTANCES

GROW ON LITTLE IVY!
YOU HAVE A HAPPY DAY RIGHT NOW!
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL—
LO, YOU BITCH—
YOURSELF, TEMPORARY
PERSON IN SUCH A LOVELY PARK WITH GROOVY VIBES
AND BONGOS AROUND YOUR BODY—BEADS—BEERS
WHERE ARE YOU TOMOROW.