By Sarah Kelly
On a park bench she sits
on the same park bench as the day before,
her boots printed in the dust,
a red scarf tucked away in her sweater
hiding the smile playing on her lips,
before disappearing into her book,
as I often do with mine.
By Sarah Kelly
On a park bench she sits
on the same park bench as the day before,
her boots printed in the dust,
a red scarf tucked away in her sweater
hiding the smile playing on her lips,
before disappearing into her book,
as I often do with mine.
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