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Bench Buddies

Taken earlier today in Ginger's backyard.

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Gorgeous, especially in full view.

Posted by Ginger.

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.

Posted by lyrical.

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.

Posted by michael.

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

Posted by seventy.

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?

Posted by 58.

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

Posted by michael.

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.

Posted by Fierce Baby.

. . . , it would BE Ginger.

Posted by Fierce Baby.

Posted by Michael at July 23, 2005 02:39 PM