Poem submitted to “Musings on a Bench” poetry contest, Nette Onclaud sponsor, March 15, 2026
Under bare maple boughs, sits an empty bench its peeling green slates beckon~ a lonely parentheses above leaves, laid to rest beneath silent, frigid winter sky. But tranquility dwells in this place~ my soul finds peace in this space.
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