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Bench Warming

sometimes life dope slaps me There's a bench in lieu of a headstone Over a kid that went early There's about five of them in that row The one under the bench was with me a couple of days after my mom died He labored for me on a couple of jobs This one was waiting to be finished We'd gone for coffee and kept going Ended up on the beach down cape lots of rocks not much sand I waded around talking to mom Kicked up a half brick An old paver. Picked it up to throw it It had three letters on it Don......... It's inlaid in the pavers around our pool Some day I'll spark one up on that bench Sip a cold one and see what comes along

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Date: 6/12/2008 2:52:00 AM
A very cool reflection...I had a similar experience if you can belive that - crazy how life (and death) and sincronicity goes...great poem, Kristin XO
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