27 Chimichangas

Photo by Skyler Smith on Unsplash

I fancied a stroll through the park the other day,
but the promenade called my name.
I asked
“What makes you the better for my steppers?”
“Well, the salt spray feels nice on your face.”
It was right, I did like that — but it was already raining,
so I kept on keeping on.
Someone thoughtlessly tried to hand me an umbrella,
as if common courtesy had gone out the window.
I see no need to hide myself
from those who would greet me from above.
The faces in…