What’s in a
name?
Doing my
usual round of the park I come across it
the brass
plaque with your name etched in it
and I’m
thinking about all the people who will wonder
who you
were, and what you did to deserve
this
immortalisation on a city park bench
where you
will be privy to
the silence
of lovers
the
reminiscence of elders
the tongue
click and chin wag of the motley
the
whispers of the lonely
the cycle
of seasons from leaf burst
to fruit to
husk to ground
The writer
will invent a new persona for you
a sea
captain perhaps sporting a neckerchief
(you did
wear one of those)
with the
addition of a wooden leg and a sailor’s pipe
roaring,
“Fair winds and following seas” to passers by
and as the
years scan by few will remember
that you
were a retired black labrador guide dog
who, once
relieved of his altruism,
ran riot in
the park
Copyright 2023 Cathy Leonard All rights reserved
❤️😂❤️
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