Park Encounter
I watched you pass my bench,
smiling sidelong at me,
many times before
you stopped to talk with me.
The wind tousled your hair
and pressed your shirt against
your muscular pecs and abs.
My pulse swelled in my throat
so I mumbled my reply.
You looked up at jets
writing vapor answers on the sky.
and nodded as though you’d decided
something. You smiled, excused
yourself, and walked away.
I’ve waited on my bench
every day since then,
but you haven’t walked this way.
Man Sitting On A Park Bench -- Ernst Ludwig Kirchner
I watched you pass my bench,
smiling sidelong at me,
many times before
you stopped to talk with me.
The wind tousled your hair
and pressed your shirt against
your muscular pecs and abs.
My pulse swelled in my throat
so I mumbled my reply.
You looked up at jets
writing vapor answers on the sky.
and nodded as though you’d decided
something. You smiled, excused
yourself, and walked away.
I’ve waited on my bench
every day since then,
but you haven’t walked this way.
Man Sitting On A Park Bench -- Ernst Ludwig Kirchner
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