Park Bench Blues

Empty park
Pigeons chattering
What do they say?
Are they concerned it’s empty
Or do they have no care at all
Restless soul
A mouse skitters by
Running from prey to safety
Laughter in the distance
Rustling wind through leaves
Quieting the soul
Drifting into the blues
Falling into the abyss of sleep

written 1/26/17

Categories: Poetry

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