Bench
Bench
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I hiked a trail, fresh
unharmed by the steps of man
and found a bench, fresh
unharmed by weather or man.
Why here, for what purpose,
the bench sat in no direction
to understand the why, the purpose
trying to determine the story, the direction.
So I sat on the bench
making a point to view
in all directions the bench
offered, to understand my own view.
While sitting I began to relax
maybe that was the reason
to take some time and just relax
do I really need another reason?
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