Friday, August 21, 2009

today in the park



I asked fate to meet me
today in the park,
the third bench from
the pond; I sat
skirt newly pressed
damp hands clasped

I asked fate to meet me
because I always wondered
what made him shake with laughter
and about that look in his eye
when he saw me

I asked fate to meet me
a little after seven
when the air sparkled
clean with rain
and the sun settled down

I asked fate to meet me
so that I would not
sit here alone, my hand tucked in his
we’d speak of the everything
not yet said

I asked fate to meet me
knowing it was easier than
asking you
but he did not show and without him
I alone am answerable for this
half-empty bench

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