The Chairs in the Windows of the Tall Hotel

Sometimes, the chairs are all
in the same place.
Not always.

When they are,
I become disturbed,
feeling all of the people gone.

The hotel windows become
the universe, and I feel
lonely, frightened of the day.

Today, none of the chairs
were in place, and the chaos
stabbed at my body.

The puzzlement hung on my
shirt sleeves.

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  1. #1 by Carl D'Agostino on August 15, 2013 - 8:57 pm

    We need to have the night janitor get those chairs in order. How can the man be so insensitive ?

    • #2 by Carl on August 15, 2013 - 9:00 pm

      If he knew about me, he’d have me committed.

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