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In
a City Park
by
Michael Battram
Tired of walking,
I picked out a
bench
Beside a pond,
along a chain-link
fence.
I looked down
where I sat, and
barely could
Make out two faint
inscriptions on
the wood,
In penmanship,
at least, a sorry
match:
“BECkY +
ChARLES 4EVR,”
crudely penned
By one who clearly
doesn’t
write too much,
And “I will
marry Charles”
in schoolgirl
hand,
Fluid and precise.
I wished them
luck,
Watched swallows
slice the air
above the pond,
And wondered what
their ages were,
and when
They’d pledged
those solemn vows,
in felt-tip pen;
Remembering all
the promises I’ve
made
That seemed so
true, then seemed
so quick to fade.
© 2006 by
Michael Battram
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About the Author
Michael
Battram
has published over 100 poems over the years,
in various small magazines and in many different
forms and styles, from academic to alternative
to "ashcan." Upcoming publications
include Abbey, Blue Unicorn, The New Formalist,
and Open 24 Hours. He lives in Southern
Indiana. |
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