The Aroma of Sodden Overstuffed Chairs
September 2, 2011 § 1 Comment
My sofa has been moving under grey morning clouds
Toward the aroma of sodden overstuffed chairs.
Deep within the ripe material,
I see the mythical vast unknown for the first time.
Some primordial instinct may be causing the furniture to set out on its own path. Couches, chairs and loveseats converge in the rain to form a mountainous soggy mass. They spin a cocoon and something emerges in the spring…
I’m not sure if the owner of the sofa is speaking from within the “ripe material,” or looking down into it from a safe distance.