Chairs
some groan because they remember,
and wish they could escape
into the next room.
Others weep when they’re alone,
or worry about the children
as the light changes and shadows fall.
Up early, I see them in the gloom:
which ones, I wonder,
are afraid to meet the dawn?
June 1, 2006
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