"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.


  1. ghostwatching again? love it.

  2. It certainly looks inviting and your words echo that.

  3. I love the timeless appeal of your poem~

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

    Anna :o]

  5. Dig this vision JB. oh the lichen...

  6. An inviting proposition and poem.

  7. 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.

  8. Enjoy the atmosphere of this one.

  9. Agree with Human Paradox. Sits well with me.


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