In a Garden, Dimly Lit
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Steel and bronze patina bench, 2023
"In a garden, dimly lit
I come across a place to sit
beneath my feet, dewy green
above my head, bright moon stream
Trees, shadows, dancing leaves
A lurid thought, breeze does weave
The seat grows cold, now I know
I’ve lingered here, time to go
People stare, world anew
I’ve come back down, a bench to view"
