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On the benches near the
former local authority office building,
in the Westerpark,
the winos meet
for beer and conversation

under the bare branches
of an early spring.

Two of them are sitting
at a concrete drum-shaped
picnic table

under the slow quiet rain
of an early morning.

One of them
is propping his head with his hands,
elbows on the table.
Big heavy
thinking cap on,
he broods over the tabletop
as if deciding the right move
on an imaginary chess board.

What is a life?

His companion,
stiff rain-soused jeans and leather jacket,
is leaning away from the table,
holding up his smartphone and
gazing at it at arm’s length.

Perhaps there’s an answer there
if he could only see it.

  Donald Gardner