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