8 thoughts on “Bench Buddies”

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

  4. 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

  5. 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?

  6. Lyrical added the first stanza from the Simon and Garfunkel song, I added the second and someone else the third.

  7. 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.

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