The American Poetry Review

THREE POEMS

Central Park

I’d like to buy one when I die,
one of the benches not yet spoken for,
not yet tagged with a small stainless plaque

and someone else’s name.
If they’re all gone, please
help me carry a replica

to the boat pond so I can sit
and watch the model boats get nowhere
beautifully, rented by the fixed hours

I’m grateful not to be out of yet.Another flicker ofan updated Triple-A membership,

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