In a patch of the park
bench and bark are bound
like hands that once held hearts
on seats in summer
when days were only dawning

in times now twisted
into memory like roots
now turning in the turf
beneath bench and bark
in a patch of the park.

In a patch of this earth
shadows slip over soil
and all that once was
whispers on the breeze…

Break the benches
where we once rested,
cut down the trees
where we once sheltered

but roots,

roots are like hearts held

their impressions last longer
than benches and barks
in patches on parks.

All words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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Curiosity curated
around corners,
in passageways
of potted plants
and lingering light,
corners created
for the curious,
for passersby
to peep into privacy
in search of secrets
neath shadows and dust,
piggy banks with golden coins
and cans worthy of Warhol.

Dreams are dreamt
in little lanes
where light lingers
on broken benches
baring burdens of old,
curated into wood
and seeped into stone steps.

A passageway to
the past in Paris…

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Photographs taken in the Passage de l’Ancre, Paris 2eme.