an aging bench rests
beneath the shade of a small tree
in the middle of the city
the symphony of modern life
filling the ears of
the lone man who sits there
but he does not hear it
filled only with the quiet peace
of a comfortable seat
cooled by a beautiful tree
his world unaffected
by any concrete jungle
or apparitious predator
the world would have
him believe threatens
the solitude and serenity
of the moment
