Poem #2,185:

That wooden bench

by Mike Bell

29 September 2021

For F

That wooden bench [positioned by

Comité des Parcs et Loisirs] offered

you temporary rest in Nice – there a

hundred-ish squawks of school kids

pulled at recalls – [language welded

by distances & innocence among all

those players of known games] – we

share unspoken rules in all tongues

until childhood naïveté is worn out –

See [from your bench] a hundred-ish

future committee members – they’ll

fix our f*ck-ups whilst we sit in parks