Excerpt from the poem “Benches”
So here’s to all the Benches,
laying in their destined spot-
praying that their name engraved
on their forehead is not foreign
to all their company they never got to meet.
to all who walk
by them with
their beauties of bodies,
their gifts of athleticism,
able to trot the globe-
A privilege that ended for them
way before their ceramic supports
were nailed to the cement sidewalk.
Like short commercials,
advertising that they were once human,
just like their passerbys.
They made this park their home,
watching over the leisurely souls-
the bubble blowers,
the human statues on their pedestals-
with legs they’ve decided not to use.