This is a chair.
It is oak, and the joints are loose —
they pop. But the stain is pristine.
And this is a chair:
snow and cherry,
they fall — these blossoms.
And this is a chair —
the spillway hums
in the windbreak.
This is a table —
cherry and three
pheasant smudge the rise.
And this is a table:
dry shoes curl
on the landing.
And this is a plate —
the moon comes quickly
before sunset,
before the table,
before the chair.
Image: Metin Ozer on Unsplash
Wow. I could really hear the descriptions coming to life. Very visual and enthralling. I enjoyed reading!
Thank you for the read and comment Lucy. I do appreciate your thoughts. D