"perfect" because in being so exposed, it was one of the most private places in the City.
I frequented the parkette on occasion, when I was in the neighborhood--or had the time to make sure I was. Today, however, it was all part of a meticulous plan. There. A bench. Sit and roll a joint. I'll need it. Take time to really pull it all in right now.
I think I love this little parkette because it's so simple. It's really more of a pretty patch of maintained land from one street to another, cutting off the corner that would have been nothing more than a dreary walk through people, smog and cold concrete. The "parkette" is always a welcomed alternative.
In the summer the old weeping willows, lush with small green leaves, reaching towards the earth, would line the path through the park. Softly rustling fading out the horns and bratty adults allowing the birds to sing.
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