Day Thirty-Eight: Laurie and a picnic in Hyde Park

The seagull squawks above our heads

And soars on and on and on and on.

It calls our frustrations up into the air

And takes them with him on and on and on.

Over the deep white oceans of clouds,

Through the blue-tinted air and the smog

On up to the sun the sea-gull soars,

Chasing it on and on.

Our worries they follow and all fly away,

Burnt up in the sun as it sinks.

And I and the lavender sit by the water,

And slowly, the lavender blinks. 

I spent the day with Laurie today, we had a picnic in Hyde Park, I wrote four pages of my essay, and then I sat by the water and wrote this when the seagull squawked overhead.