In a rare poetic urge, I jotted this down a while ago while I was waiting for a train on a blustery autumn day, and thought I’d send it out into cyberspace…
a lonely bench on an autumn peninsula overlooking cool rippling waters watches a warm sunset painted across warms the horizon but the bench remains chilled and solitary contemplating visitors past |
| Untitled, © Juli Kobayashi 2007 |

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August 28, 2007 at 12:39 am
Mel
I was about to channel Mrs. Reilly and say that there is something to do with the latent desire to have sex, but that doesn’t sound right….
August 28, 2007 at 1:12 am
jkrider237
What?! Bringing up our perverted high school English teacher? That poem wasn’t about sex, it was about isolation! haha.