Park Bench Sunrise


Worn, weathered body rests under

yesterday’s news

so come morning to sing

today’s blues,

under the all forgiving eyes

of park bench sunrise.


People pass, high class worker bees

noticing only the virgin stench

rising from the sluttish bench,

but never to lose their disguise

amid the humbling rays

of park bench sunrise.


The clean toothed look is in

among the people of the park.

Their haggard soul born of others sin,

their guilt removed come the dark.


Who to wonder how these people fair?

Who to care?

Except those whose eyes

by will alone have seen

park bench sunrise.



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