at midnight,

The bench, at midnight,
Is the only place to be
Just still air and the deep dark
Some stars, a moon and me
This bench, at midnight,
Set n'eath an infant weeping tree
Holds solid in its quiet
Holds quiet all the weight of me
M P 16/7/22
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