New Year’s Resolution

by davidchrzanowskipoetry

**Written in January 2016.

 

January brings joggers to the crisp, damp park.
Icicle-shaped leaves provide an aspect of danger.
Back and forth, they run past a girl slumped
Sleeping limp across a bench, legs dangling,
No sign of air from lungs under her padded coat.
Some look and think of stopping,
But phones don’t fit in brand new jogging shorts.
Should I raise the alarm?
Two park keepers preening, cleaning
Not too far away, but I continue my workout,
Shamelessly, not wanting to be involved.

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