a park bench on Gay Street
the sun is hot on my cheek
at this time of the afternoon
but this late in the year
I can escape from it just
by walking down the road a ways
there are two hawks circling overhead
climbing higher into the sky
on a series of thermals
I don’t know whether they can see me
or what they think of me if they do
I wear a lot of black these days
because I’m overweight
but it’s daytime
and I must stand out against the
beige backdrop of the sidewalk
that runs along Gay Street
I should be jogging or doing sit-ups
not sitting on my ass writing a poem
I wrote one yesterday on this same bench
and if history repeats itself
you may find me here again tomorrow
it’s alright
a school buses passes by
full of teenagers who yell
at the joggers, at me, at life
>23 October 2012
Auburn, AL
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