A man sat on a bench
Reading the paper
Which was my mind
He saw my fear
Understood my hurt
Every memory
Happy and sad
In black and white
He heard the music
Felt the rhythm
Past and present
Hidden and public
In fine print
He grew to know me
Better than I
Desire and distaste
Action and thought
Fully exposed
A man sat on a bench
Reading the paper
Which was my mind
Reading the paper
Which was my mind
He saw my fear
Understood my hurt
Every memory
Happy and sad
In black and white
He heard the music
Felt the rhythm
Past and present
Hidden and public
In fine print
He grew to know me
Better than I
Desire and distaste
Action and thought
Fully exposed
A man sat on a bench
Reading the paper
Which was my mind
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| photo by Joan Uptain Watkins 2015 |
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