On a bench we met

On a bench we met

Writing alone, you beside me sat

Waiting til I paused, you asked is this the best spot

The coffeeshop is better, but noisy in the afternoon

 

Saturday following, words percolated as coffee was sipped

You appeared, this is the best spot

Yes, but the air is clear, we walked and talked

 

Beneath a sky marbled of indigo ink

 

In the park again I will sit

My pen will remember when you passed my way.

 

 

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