So,You Want to Live in Park
Slope Dept.
Twisted song lyrics from a beloved
musical floated to mind while running in Prospect Park (May 11) after seeing a primly
dressed young woman, in a profoundly self-conscious manner, jog lightly along a paved path while a video cameraman (pre-wedding footage?) followed behind, shooting
her.
Later in the run, I watched as a
guide delivered remarks about park flora and fauna while more than half of
those in attendance distractedly pored over information emanating from their
pocket computers.
The park is many shades of green
and finally leafy, but one wonders how many people truly notice, so distracted are they by whatever is beaming from their hands.
The twisted lyrics that even now
I can’t banish from my mind?
“Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray, a drop of golden sun
Me, a name I call myself
Me, a name I call myself
Me, a name I call myself
Me, a name I call myself
Me, a name I call myself
Me, a name I call myself
Me, a name I call myself
Me, a name I call myself
Me, a name I call myself
Me, a name I call myself … ”
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Ridge Running
