Bench Buddies

by

Dwayne Pagnotto

Disruptive thoughts

Of life

Intruded upon the peaceful

Scenery of the Sunday park

As a slow moving

Sad faced old gentlemen

Frozen by the years

Of solitude

Made small talk

With the chattering

Afternoon bird crowd

Recling in a death pose

Upon the bench

He frowned at the sky

As the sun forced him

Out of his pretended

Grave shell.

And the passing breeze

Gently prodded him

With thoughts of decay.

"I was you once

Before the soft feather down of clouds

Framed my presence with seaswirls

And landrot.

Now I am told where to blow.

Gone are the days
When I skimmed over the ocean
In limitless contemplation of all life.

The East
Ahhh, the East always demanded more of me than I was willing to give
The West
The West loved me for the legends I blew through their land
The North
Yes, The North owns my heart, and always will
The South never wanted me, tho they were always glad whenever I showed up.

That is my tale

So move over my old friend
Let me rest my weary bones beside you.

Share in your pain

Until the dark mistress arrives
To cover my presence
With the black light
Of obscurity.

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