Patrick Kavanagh

In The Park

Today I sat on a withered green seat
Somewhere in the Park
Where the foliage of the trees was most pronounced, so the heat
Of June's sun was no more than a spark
Mirrored in a pool of old glass.
And I sat there for hours watching the people pass,
And I strove to convey the impression
To accidental eyes
That I was a man with a mission
Removed from the frailities,[sic]
Or perhaps a council of poets in session - 
Something exceedingly wise.
And I wanted the pretty girls to think
That here was a mystery man
Who would not fall for a smile or win[k]
From a less than []
And so, and so I killed two hours
Exercising my deadly powers.
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