Poetic Journal Year 166 B.E.

166.183 Green bench, Greenough Park

Green bench, Greenough Park

On this bench:
looking through the lacy mountain ash,
orange baubles dangling,
an autumn feast
waiting for the return of waxwings.
Beyond the pine and cedar:
a sound of rumbles
where the Rattlesnake
churns through rock,
hisses over well worn stones,
rushes past the beige apartments.
On the other side:
black poplars tower over windows
where no one's seen,
where no one looks to see us here,
ensconced behind their barren walls
forever bored:
this river rumbling, the flit of wings,
this path, this bench
ignored.

© Kåre Enga [166.183] 2009-08-18