Beauty
There sits a bench
Beyond my bathroom glass
Which bears the building weight
Of time
I’ve witnessed years
And harried animals
Use it for rest and pass
Right by
What once was sure
And sturdy sanded smooth
Has faltered splintered with
Me now
Its fair recline
Beneath that tree reminds
That we remain both
Burial bound
-me
Photo through my bathroom glass, by me.
sometimesihatemycat 
yeah, but which of you two wrote the poem …?
The bench. You have no idea how hard the translation was. 😏
tell me about it: I’ve heard it’s really easy to get stuck in the mud with bench-ese – only one tense: present reclinative
😁