Park bench late sun
by Ash
· 31/12/2025
Published 31/12/2025 08:55
Park bench, late sun,
a young hand, quickly run
across paper, white.
The charcoal, dark as night.
It smudges, soft and deep,
secrets it won't keep.
A thumb, stained black and wide,
where truth and shadows ride.
No color, just the stark
truth of a single mark.
The line, both firm and frail,
a story in its trail.