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SCENE FROM A PARK BENCH
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JOURNAL #28 page wrenching
sleep sacrificed
adopted dreams
having coffee elsewhere
just to explore the profane
flicking the pen in absent wonder
eyes slip slowly over to an old familiar
a rugged determined man
with a sword
astride a massive rearing horse
tree limbs comically brush across his face
his austere expression ever sealed
in some stolen determination
he is one of the countless statues
wistfully aging
in a thousand parks
around the world
powerful
mute
reminders
of history
on display
in a quieter manner though
a drab fading dreadful scene
attempting to gaze back
proudly
upon the city's over stated
accomplishments
some just stone farces
likely little admired
but for the afternoon pigeons
without these concrete monstrosities
who could or would care to remember
all the conflicts
bloodshed and subsequent
narrow little victories
they dedicate to themselves
and so largely
great men centuries dead now
yet its here
upon this bench
staring today
upon their proud yet weather weary
patriotic poses
that their bronze
concrete and or granite veneers
appear more so like larger than history itself
Bookmarks
if you like
for this or that perceived great moment
Embarrassed Ambassadors in raw pose
to a time none can personally remember
anymore
Each an erected edifice
depicting some dead man's glory
no doubt
hmmmmmmph..........how morose
it feels like coffin sharing almost
brrr .....a body can only take so
much true contemplation
once coffee cup is disposed of
my mind tiptoes itself to the warm confines of the car
patiently waiting for my uncurbed return
the day has grown so far away from my imagination
the chill scurries my thoughts forward
towards that warm awaiting car
that will all too gladly
take all of this
(me and my funeral of words)
gladly
home
(written Aug 31,2003 8pm)
