I Hear Shivers

I hear dogs playing around the grasslands

in the park where their owners chat peacefully

while dogs run with their fur rippling in the misty,

foggy San Francisco day.

I hear the grass getting cut by a lawn mower

to make room for new flowers.

The grass will get watered

to stay fresh like crunchy, cold cabbage.

I hear my community

helping Dolores Park stay safe.

We pick up litter and celebrate Spring

in the pure green park.