This foggy bench.
It’s feels the stories
Love.Fear.Joy.Tears.
Thousands of people
Sitting.Hugging.Kissing.Crying.
People together.
People alone.
People with dogs.
Sometimes no people at all.
The bench collects the
Wind.Rain.Fog.Sun.
It weathers the storms
And faces the sunrise
Each.Day.
To begin anew.
And gives it to the people.