Back at the bench
Traffic wises by on both sides
And I innately know
If anyone tried to cross slowly
It would be a scene from ‘Pet Cemetery’
Although I doubt cars would stop
Just keep driving
Until the person was unrecognizable
Sad but very much the truth
The picture I paint from this large median
Between these two roads
Where a convergence
Doesn’t stop the birds from singing
As if life has not been disturbed
Even the children screaming happily
From swing sets across the way
They ignore
While the sweet song
Doesn’t carry far
I listen
Wishing I had bread
To get a better look
At their beauty
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