From my kitchen window you will always see
two blue chairs upon the deck, side by side
overlooking the meadow.
Last night a storm blew through and
tossed one chair into the thistles below.
Looking out this morning my neighbor said
Wait. That’s just not right.
She set her coffee cup down with a thump,
hobbled out, clambered down the steps and
into the thistles. Heaved the wayward chair
back onto the deck. Brushed it off. Canted it just so.
Gave a nod of satisfaction and hobbled back inside.
There, she said firmly.
That’s how you two are.
Together.
Always.
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