Bench


The drunks’ bench
affords the best view
of this day’s end:
Ceased opening hours,
as the evening drags
the short-cooled sun
down behind the black
of the silhouette-town,
and those profiles of trees,
bare, I once copied down,
from I-Spy in the Wood.


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