Benched

The crisp air nips gently at my cheeks like a playful lovers kiss

I wait each day, upon this bench, wondering what I missed

I slide bare feet across the surface of smooth cobblestones

I love the rounded feel beneath my perfectly painted toes

I sip my coffee and watch the world go spinning past my eyes

I wonder if by sitting here, someday I may grow wise

Probably not, but still I sit and wonder what to do

For you see, I can not move, I only have one shoe.

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