For: Musings on a Bench Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
March: 15, 2026
To the rest of us it was just an ordinary bench. To her it was a sacred reminder that love doesn’t disappear, it just changes form. ~Unknown At dawn the bench greets the day framed by the first rays of light filtering through trees that surround our one-time meeting place. The bench is old and worn but remembers our presence in initials carved, and favorite flowers soon blooming, even though you are gone away.
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