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