Two White Chairs
with a table of fresh store-bought roses
wait at home
just as eager as the office clock
to sound the end of the work-day.
Two white chairs
with a table of fresh store-bought roses
wait at home
in a front yard as another page
full of advertisements, a green lawn
is a billboard for the neighbors.
Two white chairs
with a table of fresh store-bought roses
wait at home
but are never sat in, empty vessels
are just for decoration, do not touch,
wouldn't even think to touch.
Two white chairs
with a table of fresh store-bought roses
wait at home
to be seen as he pulls-in,
opens up, slams shut and
drags his briefcase briefly before
noticing how nice his front yard looks today.
Two white chairs
with a table of fresh-store bought roses
wait at home
and feel sorry for him who is less
real than they.
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