Parking Space
Men with invisible hair or grey manes
gravitate to city parks
by chance to meet each other.
They gather there to find long lost buddies
in the company of strangers.
The universe of unreliable coincidences,
attracts all such likely
to be parked by the same small duck pond
or some other place where old men
can remember the dead with the living
as a few mutually shared yesterdays.
There they catch up on imagined events
that were almost real once;
or once should have been real.
They may do not know each other’s surnames,
but Bob, Fred, and George
are content to sit there on a bench
as if they were idling buses
waiting for bus-stops to arrive.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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