Old Rocking Chair
Old Rocking Chair
Old and grain bare
Weather beaten
A touch of sadness
Claiming attention just now
Seeming to say
Focus on me..just me
I have been here for years
Noticed and unnoticed
All objects seem assertive
Declaring their independence
Alone in that outer world
With a history and future
Until I Recognize
This fleeting appearance
In the fictitious out there
A wave denying the ocean...
Copyright © Charles Coon | Year Posted 2019
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