Poem #2,185: That wooden bench

by Mike Bell

29 September 2021

For F

That wooden bench [positioned byComité des Parcs et Loisirs] offered

you temporary rest in Nice – there ahundred-ish squawks of school kids

pulled at recalls – [language weldedby distances & innocence among all

those players of known games] – weshare unspoken rules in all tongues

until childhood naïveté is worn out –See [from your bench] a hundred-ish

future committee members – they’llfix our f*ck-ups whilst we sit in parks