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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.
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
Uncertainty
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.
#love#lost#choices#uncertain
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adamc3
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
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