The bench sits

Through all of the seasons

Taking it’s time

In winter

And fall

Behind

In summer

But sit along the bench and

Feel the life around

See the life going by

It is the life of a bench

From the bench’s eyes

The implication

Of the deeds

Done and left behind

Is that we

As a people

Have little choices

This time

To select a leader of hope

Rather than avoid the worst

The implication is that

Life is falling apart

With a burst

The implication

Of what took place

For the moment

Was unknown

But for now

When the tides change

I will wait for the hope

Of peaceful words

On the horizon

Concept

From start to finish

Will take you from

Home to alone

And back

So choose with

Perfection the path

Of direction

Of your life

Can you hear

The words you speak

Rather than speak over

And over

The same def tone

Repeat

So hold on to the fear

Of being wrong

Being in the moment

Of trying again