On a Park Bench

 On a Park Bench   


On a park-bench

facing the river,

A lone goose honk comes from

the reeds across the other side.


The wind is chilly,

my dog sitting here with me,

He whines.


We were going to walk

the boardwalk trail,

but dogs were prohibited

as if they were alcohol.

ASS-HOLES!


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