The name half worn under the green that’s gathered here
this bench sunned in love and rained in fear
and always facing outwards to the sea
because he loved it here
and I can see him striding out
in wellies, always, coat in winter,
hat in summer – got to protect
that bald patch from the rays,
and the dog that never came the first time
because there are too many smells here –
shit and creatures and the nasal semaphore
of other dogs that come and go –
and then him sitting in this spot,
unscrewing the flask,
taking a deep breath, a lung-clearer,
and always facing out towards the sea.
Just a quick stream of consciousness for Misky, who inspires with a twiglet.
I can picture your gent… I love watching the waves (when I’m able).
I went to Wisconsin and there’s a high park with some benches where you can watch Lake Michigan.
Oh lovely. Lots of ours are put there in memory of loved ones. It’s rather lovely. Is it the same with you?
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Different parks do that… memory benches. Sometimes there are plaques beneath trees too. Or brick paths with inscriptions in honor of or in memory… I don’t recall though it that particular park bench with the lake view was anything other than just a park bench 🙂
I love a good stream of consciousness, and this is a good one.
Love this, Sarah. It reminds me that my friend bought a bench engraved with her mother’s name,
and it rests right near the rosebushes in Staten Island’s botanic gardens.
I particularly liked “nasal semaphore”.