Geoffrey Brock

(1964 / Atlanta, Georgia)

Bryant Park at Dusk

Floodlights have flared on behind and above
Where I sit in my public chair.
The lawn that had gradually darkened has brightened.
The library windows stare.

I'm alone in a crowd—e pluribus plures.
Far from a family I miss.
I'd almost say I'm lonely, but lonely
Is worse, I recall, than this.

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