Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks January 2015: Ourobouros | Page 9

The Lonely Park Bench
Aisling O’Connor
The lonely park bench sits rusty and blue
And on it a girl who wishes to be new.
She watches the swing set, silent and still,
As the dust settles on the old idyll.
In her mind she hears a pendulum-like chime,
And imagines it swinging with remnants of time
Trapped in chains of the lost and found,
Because that’s what she’s losing, and needs a rebound,
To earn a chance to hit redo.
To earn new eyes, and begin anew,
For the park has grown dull and smaller somehow,
If she clicks continue she’ll be renewed now.
The world will never change but she has to:
The lonely park bench sits rusty and blue.

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