Nate Morris - Park Bench

Breezing by, next stop in mind,
Halted by a sad city design.

Art this is not, not of any kind.
The people suffering, self inflicted some, but I still find.

A beauty inside the outward signs,
For I recognize beauty, amongst the glaring binds;

That these people share, in the chairs they deem divine.
Park bench, I love you, for your beauty and service combined.

Nate Morris

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