Your bench under the oak

falcon_mn

as a memorial some new born was still there during your lifetime and who would have thought to turn around towards that heavy wooden bench of yours now down the hill there is your home just when you pass the oak you think as the path narrows from the tall grass then suddenly like a curtain from above the view falls on flower boulevard streets and marble city in the background a lofty belfry under the red oleander there is a new home for all our silks and you are not alone I pass and look down but in vain when I know where you are now

 

  • Author: falcon_mn (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2024 04:18
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  • Tom Dylan

    A powerfully moving piece.



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