But it’s there, in the back of my head.

I’m looking.

Sometimes I just don’t like to find that chair.

So I start up the aisle smiling and saying, “Hi.”

Until I finally come upon a place to sit.

I take off my coat and place it on the back of my seat,

take one final look around to see if anyone is looking

and then I sit right there on that darn chair with the crooked leg.

The Chair with the Crooked Leg – The House on Blue Lawn –