The Unfolding Chair
It spread out before me
A vista
A view I hadn't seen
But I'm not one to really look.
I mean really look. All I
Know is what I've been led
To believe:
Cryptic messages de-coded
And interpreted
By smarter brains than mine. I
Mean if I do see things
They don't connect with
Larger dots
From a bigger picture. They are
Like little vignettes
From domestic scenes:
A maid pours milk
A man lights his pipe
Contemplating, it seems,
What he cannot know
Has never seen.
-jim hill (10-28-2016)
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