The Fingerprints On the Park Bench
THE FINGERPRINTS ON THE PARK BENCH
WET PAINT
Perhaps if it had read ……SLOWLY DRYING PAINT
Who knows……WHY
So many must test
the veracity of the obvious.
Question the tone of the voice,
the size of the “angry” letters,
offering a cautious advisory.
We flee the “crime scene”
having left DNA and fingerprint evidence
of our “Thomas like” doubt,
curling our fingers
into a “safe house” fist
of self-conscious denial.
We return, as it is said,
to the scene of the “crime”.
Apologetically touch
the fading green paint
of a lonely park bench.
© John G. Lawless
2/23/2017
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2017
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