Our Bench
Madrid comes to life
as dusk melts into the night!
My young love and I
sat on a bench relishing
new feelings awakening.
* * * * * * *
If I were to see
El Retiro Park again,
Would I find our bench?
Or has it vanished like
the boy with whom I shared it?
For the Contest of Black Eyed Susan
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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