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
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2008
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