Upon entering the park, I noticed there were two beach areas: one, pictured above, was teeming with families and people; the other, pictured below, was empty except for a gaggle of geese. I thought, this would be perfect! Here's what happened:
A deserted, placid beach, green-blue aqua inviting me in
Muddy Bottom, the sign said.
What harm could a little mud do? I thought.
One step and gentle cool embraces me
Two, three, four, and I'm knee-deep in quicksand
Moderate panic sets in
As visions of total submersion flash through my brain
Nightmares from childhood resurface
I briefly struggle to free my feet from the muddy glue
And I quickly step out onto terra firma.
Always obey the posted signs.
A gaggle of geese move together as one
Like a pack of adolescents roaming the mall
They squawk, seemingly laughing – it sounds forced
As though the followers were fake-laughing at a raunchy, terrible joke
They all move together, heads bobbing rhythmically
As though they all wore iPods that were playing the same song
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