A Princes Parade Poem

Princes Parade


The great, green parade unfolds

under the February sun.

The sound of a plane intrudes

upon a thousand bird songs.


The machines never far away

from princely vegetation,

where people come to walk their dogs

and ease dog-tired minds.


It will soon be consumed.

Shapeless men in striped suits,

whipped, agree to desolate


this place, where crowds of reeds

sway in the breeze,

at the banks of the canal.


by Jenni Hawkins