Men Poem by Natasa To

-Men
Man is sitting in the backyard
Three men sit on the porch, swinging
On a bench, smoking cigarettes
The wind waits to take a breath;
The night sleeps with the happy days.
Crickets' singsongs wrapped around
Their legs; How do blue skies fly?
The bench gently rocks back and forth,
Big toes push against the floor.
Calling themselves like their best friends and
Sleeping in their beds,
Forgetting their work days, enjoying each other,
A lung full of smoke,
Breathing once again the beautiful world