Memorial Bench

You died there on that bench
the park was your place of living life
the wooden parallel beams all joined together tight
gopher wood with a former finish of glossyness
the moss remains there stuck in a mass of dingy neon green
where you once laid your head to dream
of a life built on better days
and there floats the balloon count 3
in shapes of hearts and circles
some pink
some white
some dark
some light
as they all scream loudly
rest in peace Hollywood
we miss you

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