One gray day of central park

One gray day of central park

2005

Crayon on Paper

by Sol Huh

One gray day,

the park was there

surrounded by gray buildings, gray sky, and the gray air.

The lake and the trees were ignoring the noise of the city

"I live in this city."

The Park said.

"I know. You have reflection of the city."

"Yes. I am what I am but I change just like you grow up. It's same me."

"I have pictures of a girl who has long black hair. Those were taken here.

Trees have different colors of leaves and things are slightly different,

but I see it is you."

They were not the same people as yesterday who were there.

They were lovers, children, nannies, tourists like always.

That's what she saw

and I saw.