I sit in the park
With nothing
But a coffee and the paper
Around me are platano trees
It's fall.
And the colors glow in the sun.
Yellow, and orange, but abscent is red.
What a wonderful oddity.
I finish the paper and the coffee
Still I sit.
The bench grips my wool shirt,
Each fiber tangled in pine
The smell of the grass
Fills my lungs and makes me whole
The sun shines down on me
And promises warmth.
A fountain whispers sweetly
And I feel complete.
However.
I know the sun will go down.
The fountain turns off at nine
I've been down this road
Ten different times
And my humble aboad
Just might be better.
I sit uneasy.
But which will best?
The wooden bench and it's sweet caress?
Or my stable home where I am alone?
As a matter of fact
How did I get here?
How did I end up on this bench?
How did...
A woman in red approaches me.
"Hello" she says.
It's hard to understand, and even harder to explain.