Lazy Boy


 
 
I couch words carefully,

since going futon- free,

and so far,

it’s a workable arrangement

 

putting only those on the table

I can afford to misplace

–and look for frantically

when they escape me–

I don’t miss the stuffing

padded, and made of throats

I don’t miss the Nook

preferring hardcopy

I don’t miss having trouble

rising,

and I don’t miss the

burlap sham

that encased it…

worn out sham

 
the frame is the only real part of it

I miss…

the brighter weave where it once rested,

a reminder.

 

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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