park bench
at nite on the lake
last falls warn thin leaves
appear a spring later
soaked with limp lack of life
floating under the sound of weak waves

you can be written up for being here after 10 pm
people rarely leave their houses
after nine

a boy and a girl
sitting
locked in tongue twisted ignorance
using early spring as a tool
for opening windows, sneaking to the lake
and stealing kisses

-Steven Hazen Williams

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