THIS IS A BENCH.

THAT IS A TREE.

THERE IS £592.16p

in the bank

 

the statement says.

It will pay rent,

perhaps

 

THIS IS A BENCH.

THAT IS A TREE.

I think there is £271.97p

left in the account

 

today

the blossoms are shaking

off their white petals.

Songbirds are returning.

 

There is still a chill

in the air.

 

HERE IS A BENCH.

HERE IS A TREE.

Waterlow’s lake sings to the city skyline

far away    The Gherkin

This poem appears in the September 2012 issue of Party in Your Eye-Socket, an independently published, illustrated anthology. Visit them at http://partyinyoureyesocket.tumblr.com/

“Shining in Brightness,” my forthcoming volume, includes this poem and others from a mystical decade (i.e. twelve years) of writing.

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