Park Bench

We meet again.

Park bench after midnight,

Tuesday Déjà Vu.

Soothing painting of these exchanges stained in warm intimate wit and banter.

Stories of muse, the fiends and phantoms.

And a cashmere and vinyl fragile balancing act,

Of a nervous man on a shifty tightrope.

And you, your grace and poise.

I'll tell you this is harder apart,

A Marcus Garvey heart to heart art.

Our needs, or wants,

Our shift, this swift urban breeze.

Certainly, purposefully inserting these thoughts.

And each shade of a rose,

Dark cherry blossoms and Terracotta,

In my mind a crowd of tourists in chaos.

But truthfully a place you've erased,

Deeply immersed in, splashing, elated,

You and me.

Déjà Vu,

We meet again.

Reviews

[Nariko]

This poem sounds romantic to me