shadows in the park

old dogs
in the park
on last legs
and light
chains with
weakened
barks. once
kings who
slept with
queens.
still dapper
in their
suits that
hang on
brittle bones,
the few with
hats are
older still,
and the polished
canes are worn
from striking
steps and doors
to get in,
to get out.
they are ghosts
before dying,
shadows from
the past.