It's always night

the air was crisper but the leaves of the trees in this little park held on to their colors. the guy, after our early lunch, took me for a walk to this pocket of green and it felt familiar terrain. i have been here before. he talked about us not going anywhere, which is code, of course. i shushed him and we walked and walked without talking to each other. it was so silent in this park, almost like walking through it at night, even though there was a decent saturday afternoon crowd in there.  “it’s always night,” so said the jazz pianist thelonious monk, “or we wouldn’t need light.”