The Long Bench
at work
there's a long bench
who's job is to buoy
weary young people
on their break
for ten minutes they'll drool over dumb phones
always one or two with cracks exposed
silent as ghost
blank faced
stiff as corpses
except for frantic alphabet thumbs
texting to no one
i think
if the long bench could talk
it would say it prefers to be alone
and made of wood or stone
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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