Bench Buddies
Taken earlier today in Ginger’s backyard.
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Saturday, July 23, 2005
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Gorgeous, especially in full view.
Comment by Ginger — July 23, 2005 @ 5:12 pm
Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends.
Comment by lyrical — July 23, 2005 @ 7:35 pm
Old friends,
Winter companions,
The old men
Lost in their overcoats,
Waiting for the sunset.
The sounds of the city,
Sifting through trees,
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends.
Comment by michael — July 23, 2005 @ 8:36 pm
Can you imagine us
Years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy
Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
Can you imagine us
Years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy
Old friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
Comment by seventy — July 23, 2005 @ 8:39 pm
Invert those numbers, and you get 85 (my mother -in-law pointed out to me last night).
Dare we imagine ourselves on that bench thirty years hence?
Lovely poems all. Did you really write your own, Michael?
Comment by 58 — July 24, 2005 @ 7:46 am
Lyrical added the first stanza from the Simon and Garfunkel song, I added the second and someone else the third.
Comment by michael — July 24, 2005 @ 8:40 am
If I could choose a person for my sister to sit on a bench with at 18, or 58, or 70, or 85, it would Ginger.
Comment by Fierce Baby — July 26, 2005 @ 9:51 am
. . . , it would BE Ginger.
Comment by Fierce Baby — July 26, 2005 @ 9:54 am