walking through harold park i was in the past and present thinking of the little tart apples and they're still there but thinking oh that was what me and mister ate yet i could also with bear who likes apples but next time, and then oh i wish we had made the juneberry bushes before they were eaten up and the birds are still in there eating the lingering ones and ok more for birds and then my gaze swings left and the tennis thug's still there under his red sunbrella and i swing the other way i don't even follow with a spitful thought and then i see a great big bear sitting on the bench and lo it's sam's bear and i bring little bear over to meet and she thinks it's a real bear and will not hear otherwise though i say bear, i would not just blithely introduce you to a real bear, kid! this is a sweet huggy bear, and touch the bear heart but little bear barks wildly and then sam says did i show you my constitution? and i say no, though i've wondered at sam's constitution for years and i hope to continue to wonder for years.