Today I sat on a
park bench
isolated.
no passing crowds,
no small talk;
about the weather or
sports or that other
jazz-
people like to talk
on park benches.
The green paint was
chipped and fading;
my neglected consort-
we watched the horizon pull up
her skirt,
offering a tantalizing view;
amber and magenta
vying for attention
like two lascivious twins,
and we had them all to ourselves.
Tommorrow I'll
go back to visit that parkbench,
and those twins,
because they don't
talk all that much
and my friend could use the company.
