The Blue Chair
by Colin OliverOriginal Language English
The blue chair
by the window:
we wonder that it is.
The chair, the lamp,
the glass vase --
all just there.
Starfish
in the desert,
how is it that they are?
They speak
with quiet insistence:
being is happening.
Why they don't crumble
into dust, into less than dust,
we'll never know.
As a man on a windy day
holds on to his hat,
being holds on to itself.
 | -- from Stepping Into Brilliant Air, by Colin Oliver |
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