while sitting on a green park bench
a cool autumn wind tousles
her hair
random sounds from nearby city streets
are muffled by breezes through
yellowed leaves
with legs neatly crossed she watches
little children laugh and play
on swings
as if waiting expectantly for a distant
lover to finally hurry home
and glancing
down quite suddenly to her phone
she frowns her forehead wrinkles
those eyes
so brown so deep so faraway from me
and draped in loneliness
like a shawl.
