I bowed my head
Like a downed tree,
      
Watching my legs shift

          Absently through the air.

I noticed your red shoes
  As you strolled past,

And I felt the culmination
                  
               Of all the  m o m e n t s
           Just like this,

Only experienced on
Different benches—

      Metallic, curved plaster,
            
                 Rickety slats, the soft ground—

I was addicted to waiting
As the world passed me by.