#12 Sleeping on Park Benches
Stretched out on park benches, these men
tilt their dark rumpled faces to the sun,
I could say, but they are really emperors
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They remind me of retirees back home
in 80s Singapore, sleeping the day away,
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their pauper disguise, returning at night
xxxxxto well-lit homes.
They have disappeared from public parks.
They looked unsightly to someone, or useless,
xxxxxso they are
clearing children’s trays, picking up cardboard
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I don’t really understand why I’m thinking
of retirees while crossing Marcus Garvey
xxxxxon my run,
seeing in these men swathed in coats and jeans