XIX

Ultimately there is a bench for everything in this life.

A bench to play chess, cards, talk, or trade silences.

A bench to find adjectives that escape you a tender

bench for that first kiss in whatever goes for moonlight.

A bench to sit with your father and forgive him.

And this bench here, where at last we sit together.

I don't want to have breakfast or move at all

just hold hands and never grow, never learn, never die.