Listen to Rosanna Warren reading "Piazza Pilo." The low stone and stucco wall opens    in gaps; you can pass

through, cross diagonally, or meander
     within; you can sit on one of

eight slatted benches under elms and read the paper, you
     can sit on the wall and chat or

listen to the radio if it's night and you're young, you can walk
     your dog: the park accepts

all, its pebbles crunch under business shoes as under
     sneakers ambling, the dog-walker's

loiter, trudge of an elderly woman laden
     with plastic grocery bags, the full-tilt

charge of one boy chasing
     another. If you're crippled

or retarded you can sit here and the elms
     don't rush their friendliness, they are

just poking into frowsy leaf, it's April, they
     seem happy to have you, so are the

old German shepherd and her terrier friend, so are
     the grayish men with newspapers: you