I am not sitting.

They are not standing on business.

I carry a load that’s not my own.

It’s my job.

To be used?

To be without any consistent warmth?

To have no family?

To even be left lonely and unable to give the pigeons a place to rest?

We’re the same color?

I think I know I can’t fly.

If they would unbolt me from the ground I think I know I could try.

I am like sand at a beach.

Is it because no one comes to see me specifically that they call me a bench?

I’m toe friendly.

If you like to stand on firmness.

I wish people would simply come to visit me and not just use me.

At least those who are color blind know I’m neutral.

I don’t have to fight for my place in this world.

I just have to sit and wait.