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The Bench

1/28/2020

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I sat at the end
Of a wooden park bench
On paint both crackled and worn

Coats over coats
Of different colors
Like rings on a tree

Filling in initials
Carved with a knife
By a young lover

​Half in the sun
Half in the shade
I chose the sun.
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