It used to bum me out
seeing an old man
alone with an ice cream cone
maybe in a park
maybe on a bench
I'd think
this old man knows
ice cream is
the weakest consolation
for having no one left, or
no one ever
Last night I ate
two pints
and this morning
made sure
not to
look in the mirror.
Jon Bennett writes and plays music in San Francisco's Tenderloin neighborhood. You can find more of his work on Pandora and Spotify or by connecting with him on Facebook at www.facebook.com/jon.bennett.967.
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