are more amiable
than the interiors.
Shoes on, book in the bag, water.
Gardens and parks are full
of people, birds, and dogs.
In search for a bench
where I could open my book
I observe that I´m not at all alone
in this quest.
Readers are out, in wheelchairs or occupying benches,
sunbathing with their open books.
Some dogs approaching,
hola, hola! then almost barking bye bye!
I might be communicating more with animals than with people in this big town.
Finally a sunny free bench.
I sit, open my friend-book
written in the author´s original language,
that´s so incredibly pleasant…
Citric fruit on the ground,
the sound of birds arguing in the trees.
I take a good look around
at the solitaires,
each on a separate bench or in his own wheelchair
Surrounded by the garden´s
autumnal pastel colors,
these readers enjoying the sun
are my people.