Two new benches
carved from a fallen redwood
edge of the lake,
the tree ancient as Christ
now chainsawed, polished,
resting our bottoms, our backs
a gift of the Boy Scouts
for old men’s pleasure
as we watch fuzzy ducklings
scamper for crumbs.
Two new benches
carved from a fallen redwood
edge of the lake,
the tree ancient as Christ
now chainsawed, polished,
resting our bottoms, our backs
a gift of the Boy Scouts
for old men’s pleasure
as we watch fuzzy ducklings
scamper for crumbs.