Luxembourg Gardens Paris
on quiet days they come
from a stones-throw away
kicking-over leaves
not expecting to find anything they'd recognise
worn smooth
but pretend
attaching imaginary threads
not thinking where it leads
then holding on
backaway from the park-gates
and the vacant benches under the trees
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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