while lovers
linger on the park
benches, arm
in arm, faces
flushed with
something like
hope, their legs
touching, their
world confined
to this moment
in time, when
all things have
stopped, you can't
help but stare
and stop reading
your book. this
unknown drama
before you is
so much more
endearing and of
interest to
your heart and you
want to place
the bookmark here.
right here on
this bench, for
this moment in
the park.
Friday, June 3, 2011
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