In a time of the plaque

walking in the park I
cleverly avoid the pave
pinecones crunching under
foot ant hills a resolute
few inches apart their
definition and industry
somehow a shock
the surround sound of
twitter and caw
all of that breeding
and working and
here is a bench
in memory of
someone wait if
I touch that plaque
I can't my face
your memory or my face
and wet sneakers
as I walk back
on the sodden grass