Upside Down Chair
How do you make sense of an upside down chair
when the sky sees the surface that belongs to the eyes of the earth
put it right side up again and then finally it is useable
yellow chairs bowing to the trees
their hue smiling against the dark patches of mud
where the rains outgrow the grass
the fog protrudes toward the chair
disheveled and caught off-guard
on a day where the chair is right side up
and it’s the sky that flipped, the earth that turned
put it right side up again and then finally it is broken.
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