On a Sunday – afternoon
dee-da rip dip dip dip dee-da dee-da
strolling – walking
I love Griffith Park
I smile at people on the way
they smile back at me
Kids are running chasing their balls
the little ones trying to hang with the tall
yelling and shouting they laugh and they cry
it’s all wonderfully quiet in my mind
Up and down
to where we wanted to meet
later we’ll be standing in line
at the Trail’s Café for a treat
The young girl in front of the line says
she’ll fold a thousand paper cranes for me
the old man behind me
sends me to talk to a tree
to remember the future
already underway
while waiting in line
at the Trails cafe
Strolling – walking
I love Griffith Park
I smile at people on the way
they smile back at me
Rain's drifting by
drip drip drip
why don’t you lean against me
and kiss me on my lips