Kayla Jones

Honeysuckle, Silent Flight

I sit on the bench so long my ass goes numb. I think whoever’s in charge of the landscaping forgot this was here. For a while, based on the amount of honeysuckle vine wrapped over the back of it, creeping over from the copse of trees and underbrush surrounding the manicured grounds of the bird sanctuary. My bench is in a secluded place in the park. Easy to overlook.