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Today I sat on a park bench watching and waiting
People passed by on the street without looking up
I wondered why the ground was so interesting.
One child dared glance up at my gaze
A smile was in her eyes
The breeze blew a crumpled paper to my feet.
I almost didn’t look to see what was hidden there
Smoothing the battered sheet displayed
A beautiful drawing… too imperfect for its mortal maker
Later I walked down the street
A man was sitting on a park bench watching and waiting
I looked up at him with a smile in my eyes
His eyes smiled back
