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Sitting on a park bench
flicking ash into sidewalk cracks.
Pigeon overhang, empty nest.
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Counting diamonds in chain-link mesh
catching glimpses of passing time
slow to linger, never rests.
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Children chasing games in a park
tunnels of rust, slides a faded rose
summer retreating, serotinal close.
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Horns a choir of breakneck geese
taxis escaping through side-streets
whispers that keep the peace.
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Fleeting as the sun's last breath
through half-smiles and hastened step
revisiting my park bench.
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