Park benches

Perched on a park bench, exotic bird
Strumming and cooing to the breeze and the earth
With half open eyes and a smile on your lips
Sun kissed eyelashes and a bag full of tricks
Timid enticer, with truth you transfix

Spellbinding children and bored homeless drifters
They cautiously gather, tugging at sleeves
The spark sets them swaying, grinning and clapping
Caught up in the same breath that's shifting the leaves
skimming over park benches and into the street

Fly Fly Sweet little songbird
with your chipped nail polish and your words to the wise
call call everyone's someone
With a heart that craves dancing and a wish in their eye
With a heart that craves dancing and a wish in their eye