On a Red Bench

March 28, 2008


On a Red Bench

We sat together
Looking over a lake – it was Man
Made. I was drinking coffee, and he
Had oxygen tubes round his ears.
We made small talk again and never
Once mentioned my mother – his
Only friend. I guess it was too complex;
He wasn’t. The Ducks were our discussion;
webbed feet, oily feathers, mating, eating habits, nesting, life span – it was his way,
and I sat staring at the Lake,
never facing him, just listening –
as he had always asked.
And though my eyes dripped strength
My heart hung by thread – and I finally felt
I understood.




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