High Back Chair
When I saw you
with your oak legs
sunk into that
golden lawn, I wondered why
you left me alone
in my magazine house.
"Maybe I should take
you home"
but that corner has
been filled, and
your colleages gone
because like
children playing outside
you never happen anymore.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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