The Sofa

burgundy I think

soft hugely inhuman cushions faded

stained with holes and tears

it was left the sofa burgundy I speak of

in a somewhat sunny spot by the side of

a way out of way country road close

to the mottled shade of osage honey locust willow

decorated with blossoms oranges green morning dew

it sits by itself 

trapped in a raptor's fixed stare

was I then sitting alone frozen in time

comfortably inhuman

holding the sky in one hand

a book of cloud in the other

and wondering

where now

to put

the

sun

JPPestana

The Sofa

1.26.2022

1Jill Pestana