A Sondheim tribute
Sunday, by the blue, purple, yellow, red water On the green, purple, yellow, red grass Let us pass Through our perfect park Pausing on a Sunday By the cool, blue, triangular water On the soft, green, elliptical grass As we pass through arrangements of shadows Towards the verticals of trees, forever By the blue, purple, yellow, red water On the green, orange, violet mass Of the grass In our perfect park Made of flecks of light And dark And parasols People strolling through the trees Of a small suburban park On an island in the river On an ordinary Sunday Sunday, Sunday, Sunday