Solid Waste

Today,
There’s
A
Love
Seat
Parked
Down
The
Street,
Cushions
Askew,
Looking
Far
From
New.
Once
The
Scene
For
A
Romantic
Tryst,
Now
It
Won’t
Be
Missed,
Its
Pride
Of
Space
Has
Been
Replaced.
In
Somewhat
Faded
Glory,
It
Silently
Bears
A
Poignant
Story.
From
Here
I Can
See
A
Sign
That
Says
Free.