image borrowed from bing
Back To The Wall
He liked this spot,
when he wasn't too tired
to get there,
felt at ease with the traffic,
echoed in harmony,
waved at strangers.
Too kind to notice
furrowed brows,
sharp tuts, dull tongues,
the rattling roof
over his head,
his wall against the back.
We wanted a bench
in his memory,
a place for others
to rest and read
the closing pages
of his world.
He loved this sofa,
when he was too tired
to get there.
Now it's yours,
although we had to burn
the cushions.
Martin T. Hodges
Posted over on his site Square Sunshine
Listed as #35 over on Magpie Tales 93
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