The Poet's Seat

They took away the poet's seat
Next to the Montessori school--
A simple stony bench just wide
Enough for two lovers to bill in peace--
And dared to throw up in its place
A prison playground of plastic delights;
More toxic compounds for the kids.
The tree's gone too, for who needs shade
With tufts of clover and musty leaves?
And then I learned that fabled pew
Has reappeared on Irving Street,
Well north of here, upon the edge
Of someone's yard, a grassy corner
Near a church, bough-canopied.
Not quite as restful as before,
But good to know it still exists
To welcome weary bods like mine
Whenever walkers tucker out.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

What at first appeared to have been an outrage did in fact have a more uplifting ending. Maybe the surroundings weren’t quite as pleasant but at least the seat still exists. I very much enjoyed this descriptive poem and the imagery conveyed. Lovely work.

Chris