I like to sit on benches and think. It must be an absolutely solitary scene, just like this beauty of a bench waiting for me. Many thoughts untangle-each unrelated to the next.
I sit alone in black and white
I think of where your eyes rest.
Did I hurt you then? forgive,
Wombs are confused by the new.
Our reflections in a pool of green,
Dragonflies dive with our dreams.