What Do People Today Know How Much We Owed To Those Benches Round the Town—

 

Passing through Akron’s old parts

I saw a park with benches still—,

scattered around on the grass—,

like little birds—,

 

Who landed there

‘once upon a time’,

yet forgot to fly—,

so silent now—,

 

Ghostly empty—,

yet reminding me

of those we sat on

in my native town—,

 

With them having our back

by holding it upright—,

to keep gazing straight—,

sifting through thoughts—,

 

Sieving for those sparks

that lit up smiles—,

passing them—,

like rosaries—,

 

Full of lucent beads—,

and somehow sensing

that each carrying forth—,

a new tiny fresh-born god—!