A park, and so: a carousel, a man
walking three dogs. He wears a tie
and carries a plastic bag.
I’m trying to place the music,
which reminds me: A prophet
is bursting into flames by the silver maple.
A woman brushes dirt off
her daughter’s knee, and the dog-walker
shakes out his bag. The flutes keep fluting.
The painted horses lap themselves.
I need to tell you something about the music.
—based on a painting by Lauren Cline