BENCH

Mind if I put up
a park bench
in your mind?
I mean, if
the mind is a park,
why not have a poem in it?
After all, when
you get through
buying hotdogs &
through with feeding
the ducks & swans
you'll want
some place to
sit down. It
ought to be fairly
comfortable by
the time a few
generations of
transient posteriors
have worn it
smooth, the paint
off - reflect in what you
see and smile.