The Green Bench

Hidden past the highway bend, a bench clings to a shallow cliff above a beach where banks extend across the bay in sandy drifts. When tides are low, the sea withdraws, to flaunt the treasured ocean floor, and anyone can walk across the sand to reach the other shore. With green paint peeling like old flesh, the bench is baked in salt and sun. Remember when the paint was fresh, and in your arms I came undone? From here, we watch the water snag in grooves of sand like buried mirrors. The sky is pink as sunlight fades. Come close, my love, I need you nearer. *This poem is based on the green bench (yes, it really exists!) at Sand Dollar Beach, located in the Rose Bay area of Nova Scotia, Canada