25 November 2008

the chair

alone and quiet it sits forlorn in the garden
only recently baked in the sun and covered with towels
holding wet bodies covered in sunscreen
leaves floated past last week
rain and snow soaked now
slick with the light of the moon and stars
shimmering with ice
forlornly facing the window
peering in each day
dried in the sunshine
warmly removed to the safety of the garden shed.

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