What I Discovered While Sitting on My Park Bench Will Change How You See the World Forever
Criminal chancing it hooded crows,
always on their toes for a free meal steal,
pick a nick from under a dozy feline nose
as overhead swifts make a getaway from private reflective eyes like swooping pickpockets.
There’s a plaque on this park bench and it reads:
“You may suffer the side effects of drowsiness or wonder on benches like these.”
That’s a lie and there isn’t, but imagination feeds
on the medicine of moments sat completely alone amongst trees.
This poem written today is the first of a new idea for my next collection – coming as soon as possible to your computer screens!
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