Gregory Pardlo: Prospect Park, Brooklyn
from “Marginalia”
Note the confection of your body
salt on the breeze, the corn-
silk sky. Olmstead’s signature
archways and meadows. Kite
strings tensing the load of a saddle-
backed wind. This is Prospect Park,
Brooklyn, where limbs tickle
and jounce as if ice cubes shiver
along the shirtsleeves of evergreens. Pond
water whispers, and the echoes of Yankee
fifes linger in wind and in the shirring jazz
hands of leaves, and those shirts,
the skins, the human retinue converging
on the uneven playing fields…