Walk in the Park October 13, 2013
By Eddie B. Neal (author's profile)
Walk in the Park
An evening stroll in the park
Surfing the shadows of my mind
Gentle wind, blowing, I stumble upon
A lonely pine cone, fallen far from its tree
I carefully beheld it in the palm of my
Hand, sticky, desolate and useless.
A ticklish reminder of how, the complexity
Of mankind, can often times be.