The Bench

 

   Yesterday

   was sitting on me

   a very strange tramp,

visibly dazed,

with only three little lights

blinking in his darkened mind:

Bench! … Mine! … Rest! …

 

With harsh eyes he was fustigating

the daring intruder who dared sat aside.

 

If only I could move!

If only I could!

I would jump so high  

that people be frightened!

How can this guy pretend

to have me for him alone

when I do relax all pretenders!

 

Hold tight together!

and together you shall enjoy

 the strengthened warmth

of your bodies.

 

December the 18th, 1999