Dreaming on a bench

I like to sit on benches and think. It must be an absolutely solitary scene, just like this beauty of a bench waiting for me. Many thoughts untangle-each unrelated to the next.


I sit alone in black and white

I think of where your eyes rest.


Did I hurt you then? forgive,

Wombs are confused by the new.


Our reflections in a pool of green,

Dragonflies dive with our dreams.


© neelthemuse,2011

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