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Mary's Bench, the Pandemic Era, 2021
by Kathryn Santana Goldman
June.
A lone park bench holds court among blooming jasmine. Its provenance revealed by a tarnished brass plaque “For My Mary.” On sunny spring afternoons, did Mary sit bathed in the sweetness of bursting blooms? Perhaps this was her throne to receive avian subjects. Her sacred palace garden, offering a sanctuary for divine reflection. July. From separate directions two friends approach. They pause, unmasked, extending tentative fingers. A micro touch. Fingertip to fingertip, reaching across 14 months of fear. A tear breaks the silence. Arms open wide. They sit side by side. Mary receives them. August. Mary’s bench shines under scorching summer rays. Her court barren now of friends who retreat to the safety of six feet, masks and vaccines. |
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