park bench, three down
from old bill playing chess
with himself
the birds sing summer song
old bill mumbles, “rook, king
castle”
children run past, mad young
crazy with life lungs, the birds
fly away
old bill doesn’t glance up
seems to say, “I’ve seen where
you are going younguns,
“laugh before life
takes your queen”
yeah Ben - good to see you - talent is back in the game. Strong perception here. rock on Sus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have placed a simple frame around this beautifully articulated piece about life and choice and homelessness. Love it. Allie xxxx