The Park
Hand-in-hand gossiping widows
sit on vacant, unwashed benches
enjoying the warmth of the day while
glancing at men awaiting nothing
as they stare into space
overwhelmed by the barrenness of loneliness
and sorrows as mental images
recall a past love.
Dreaming will continue.
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