The Park Bench Society

they sit, one or two or three
jaunty cap, askew hat
speaking of this and that

charity-shop attire of
measly odour
a medley of wrong colour

wrinkled wrists, withered hands
of mottled hue
quivering as the dew

on the park bench

a black doggie, green
parked trolley
not much glee

a few moments more
of shared old age
time then to turn the page

Millicent Danker

9th March 2013

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