"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, June 2, 2011

A Bench.


A bench in dappled shade,
green lichen creeping up
worn metal arms.
I'd like to sit here
with you,
and watch
misty strangers
idle by.
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10 comments:

  1. MarianJune 2, 2011 at 4:38 PM

    ghostwatching again? love it.

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  2. Rinkly RimesJune 2, 2011 at 5:01 PM

    It certainly looks inviting and your words echo that.

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  3. EllaJune 2, 2011 at 10:25 PM

    I love the timeless appeal of your poem~

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  4. Anna :o]June 3, 2011 at 6:03 AM

    This is lovely and I can see why you would want to sit there

    Anna :o]

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  5. Brother OllieJune 3, 2011 at 6:17 AM

    Dig this vision JB. oh the lichen...

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  6. Other MaryJune 3, 2011 at 12:42 PM

    An inviting proposition and poem.

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  7. Poets UnitedJune 5, 2011 at 7:57 AM

    As Poets United reaches its first anniversary this coming week we want to thank you for your support. Over the past year we have grown to 250 members plus and are steadily growing. Poets United is proud to have you as one of our members and look forward to another successful year. Your imagination, creativity and willingness to share with us is what makes our community such a wonderful place. Thank you for beautiful poetry and thank you for being a part of Poets United.

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  8. Human ParadoxJune 8, 2011 at 6:19 PM

    Enjoy the atmosphere of this one.

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  9. AnonymousJune 9, 2011 at 5:20 PM

    Agree with Human Paradox. Sits well with me.

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  10. ZouxzouxJune 17, 2011 at 9:53 PM

    Awesome

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