Park Bench

"Park Bench"

She came everyday

listening

to the sweet song

the blue birds

sang.

She came everyday

watched

blue birds dance.

Tiny sky blue wings

waltzing with the

wind.

The park bench is

empty these days.

The blue birds

still

serenade and

dance

with the wind.

She knows it is

time to return.

To dance

with the

wind.

- Christine Alfery