Bench Under an Oak Tree

He sat on a bench in spring, underneath a wonderful twisting oak.

He sat on a bench he cleared of winter snow

He sat on a bench he could no longer sit on

He sat on a bench and watched the world
go by.

She walked around awhile, rushing to work.
She missed the train.
Walked out, tired and frustrated

She saw a magnificent ancient oak with
branches twisting and turning to the sky
pierced by the golden rays of morning light.

Underneath the oak she saw a weathered
bench with a dedicated plaque on it.

She sat on the bench,
and sat a while.