The Bench
Sitting on a concrete bench, Outside of the museum. Writing this poem. Surrounded by tall trees, turquoise green grass.
Sitting on a concrete bench,
Outside of the museum.
Writing this poem.
Surrounded by tall trees,
turquoise green grass.
Contemplating a rusty sculpture.
Three benches o…
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