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My chair

by somemorepoetry

Member since 2003 · Posted 14 Dec 2003 · 2 comments

The ghosts of evening Slide under the door Reminding my brother He has been here before His head rests on my chair Where I sit, usually, To clip my toenails He will remember to go home When the shade of smoke and whiskey fades I will not forget, though He needed my chair

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[9] <{Baba^Yaga}> 14-Dec-03/5:30 PM Reply
Really good.
[7] nentwined 27-Aug-04/3:26 PM Reply
I like it, though I do not get the _need_, which seems important to the piece as a whole.