The Garden

I sat on the bench
and looked at the woman across the fountain.
She looked like she was tired,
scrolling on her phone.
I turned towards the exotic plant next to me.
I’ve never seen it before,
but after all,
I’ve never even seen this place before.
I wondered who the people were
that the fountain was made out of.
I wondered if any one wondered.

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