Park Bench

by Albert Garcia
There should be a park bench.
We’ll sit next to each other,
watching a man throw a tennis ball
to his yellow lab, sending
and retrieving the dog
whose loyalty to task is clear
to both of them. I’ll say something
to start, something I’ve wanted
to say for years, words I’ve never before
been able to put together,
and you’ll hear them perfectly,
my words like a child’s wooden blocks
you can hold in your hands,
turning them for their modest gleam.
What you say comes as a breeze
that sinks in my skin,
not warm, not cool, just
what I needed to feel and hear,
like bath water, like tea. Then
we sit, and the dog
lopes out again to retrieve
his ball. The man waits
for what he knows is coming,
and the breeze, if there,
moves between us, back
and forth, silently.

“Park Bench” by Albert Garcia from A Meal Like That. ©Brick Road Press, 2015. Reprinted with permission.

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