While walking my turtle in the city
I am forced to absorb the sweetness in life,
and its infinite salt:
a child running barefoot around
the park’s technicolor roundabout
showing no signs of getting tired
while a dog sniffs at some shit
a few paces off. There’s a lonely, beautiful woman
wearing an enticing white veil
and standing at a black easel
sketching the graffitied capitol.
Couples fighting over
an expensive patio brunch here, and there.
Old men staying sharp at their boards
as they push their glasses
back up their noses
and make gambits with confidence
while birds selectively pick litter
at their feet. Let’s just sit and not talk,
I tell the turtle an hour later
when we finally reach the chipped green bench.
Let’s sit here, feel lousy,
and watch the grass grow or go dormant,
whatever the season calls for.
KG Newman is a sportswriter who covers the Broncos and Rockies for The Denver Post. His first three collections of poems are available on Amazon. The Arizona State University alum is on Twitter @KyleNewmanDP and more info and writing can be found at kgnewman.com. He lives in Hidden Village, Colorado, with his wife and two kids.