The People Smile

I am sitting on a bench in the town’s center.
I see people smile as they walk by.

Once I sit down, I feel a breeze.

The sunlight is filtered by a tree near me.
The sun moves through the sky.
The shade I enjoy will not last long.

I feel like I am home here.
I talk to a friend about my life.
I grow in peace every day.
The things I need will come in their own time.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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