Old Bench (in imitation of George Ella Lyon's Kitchen Table)

That bench with 
the peeling white 
paint 
and the chunky, 
rusty bolts 
that hold 
the water-swollen 
wood 
together. 
That bench that 
was covered 
in vines 
from 
the bittersweet 
plant in our 
front yard. 
That bench 
that stood 
on those shiny 
white rocks 
with its limestone  
legs that made it so hard to move, 
but not unmoveable. 
That bench that 
is hidden away now. 
with it’s peeling, scratchy paint, 
and chunky, rusty bolts.