Spotlights shine on flowing carved robes, a plumed helmet, a sharp spear, and somber features.
A statue of Athena stands on top of a tall, narrow column.
The groves of the park muffle the idling engines and occasional honking from street traffic.
It’s a cold night. The park has overgrown lawns, dry fountains, and caution tape around smaller statues that look forgotten. Litter blows against gates.
Tags jingle. Barking. A large dog, white with light brown spots bounds in great arcs over the grass.
Pins and needles in my right knee, where a black lab once took a little chomp.
Of course, I do like dogs, but my knee does tingle at times when one charges me out of nowhere.