This park in particular

So I recently returned from the same park where the original inciting incident took place.

For today:

Rounders: some
Visqueen: none apparent

But I was thinking about a number of occasions in which I've done time in this park. On one occasion I remember clearly walking after having left the park, and thinking about the poem by William Carlos Williams:

There were the roses in the rain
Don't cut them I pleaded
they won't last, she said
But they're so beautiful where they are.
Agghh, she said, we were all beautiful once
And cut them and gave them to me in my hand.

I didn't look that up to check that I still remember it properly. If anyone wants to offer corrections, that would be magic. I also don't remember the title, if it had one.

But I thought that that was an especially appropriate poem at the time. I don't think it would have been entirely appropriate today.

Another time that I went to this park was for a birthday party for three people. I only knew one of the three, and wasn't sure if I should take a gift for the other two or not. In the end I didn't. I did bring a bag of miniature chocolate bars, as the invitation had requested that each guest bring food to share. The interesting thing was that, arriving fifteen minutes late (I didn't want to be the first one there when I knew that I wouldn't know anyone there but this one che) I was the first guest there. But in the end that was to my advantage, as I was able to meet the other two birthdayists, and also a number of the guests as they slowly started to arrive minutes later. I was also the only guest to bring food, but that was also probably advantageous, as the food provided by the birthdayists was extensive. There were some jelly beans that I and my friend enjoyed, even though others didn't like them much. For a gift for my friend I quietly gave him a copy (unwrapped) of Treehorn Times Three. (I didn't want the other celebrants to feel left out when I didn't give them anything, but I'd never met them and only had one copy of Treehorn Times Three. This was a mistake - you should always have multiple copies of Treehorn Times Three on hand in case you need a gift for anyone on any occasion.) He later read it, or at least some of it, and enjoyed it to some degree.

I don't remember thinking about any poems after I left the park that day. William Carlos Williams probably wouldn't have been exactly apropos on that occasion either.

I wasn't thinking of poetry on the walk from the park today. I did think about some songs:

Lord, in the morning, Thou shalt here my voice ascending high. To Thee will I direct my prayer, to Thee lift up my eye Up to the hills where Christ is gone to plead for all His saints, presenting at His Father's throne our songs and our complaints.
(There are two tunes to this song, I only thought of one.)

Now shall my inward joys arise and burst into a song, almighty love inspires my heart and pleasure tunes my tongue. God on his thirsty Zion's hill some mercy drops has thrown, and solemn oaths have bound His love to shower salvation down. Why do we then indulge our fears, suspicions and complaints? Is He a God, and shall His grace grow weary of His saints?

These lyrics might also be inaccurate. It wasn't 'til much after I'd left the park that these came to mind, and have very little to do with the activities of the evening or the park itself.