Memory of Jackson Park

Marion Strobel

Nothing there is to keep.
Here the wild violets were
Grass-deep and lavender.
Here where the grass is deep
Lavender violets are.
All is the same as it was.
I droop as the maple does.
The hum of the city is far.

The city people are hid.
Here, in the park, no one
Intrudes. The violets run
Each into each as they did.