Here pass the people no one talks about;
but linked by talk among themselves, they stroll
along this strip, with mobile, kids, a dog
let loose; but through it all, the tight control,
the essence of release that's nature's way,
where trees expanded sit, the lake's blue surface
limits, the flowery mix goes not astray;
and time itself articulates pure space.
And when they've left, the people no one talks
about that talk among themselves, in both
places, where they are, here, along these walks
unseen, forgotten, will continue forth
the orderly pace wild things witness to,
even chaos, nor even death undo.