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Frivolous Things
A poem
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Jan 17, 2024
I enjoy a good chair in my room
a chair of wood
sturdy n’ straight-backed
the way they don’t make ‘em no more
seat worn to a commoner’s pants
no cumbersome armrests to navigate
the sort to place before an open window
where I could sit cross-legged
and let the flies in
shoo the nature poem from my knee
as doggo sleeps thru afternoon
knowing soon you’ll
appear in the doorway
asking after this or that
frivolous thing
and I will say
yes dear
as though an old hat-rack
to the game of house.
Vic Spandrio 2024