A Park Bench

A Park Bench
Laijon Liu 20160104

there under a tree in the corner
for spring to dress you with broken petals
and fall blankets you with withered leaves
O, memory rusts with time

some weekends, children fly by on scooters
rippling echo waves of their sunshine laughters
there under the summer moonlight, in your bosom
you hear how young couple's conversation construct
and there are times, gray hair men with cane
temporarily sit with you, staring at barren winter garden
and slowly walk into the passing seasons, never return.