BEACH CHAIRS CAREFULLY REPAIRED.
Each
morning he opens the garage door and
Sits
in front on a sturdy one waiting for customers.
A
grey neighbor lady yearning company
Brings
him an old chair in terrible shape,
Says,
“You can have it for parts, no charge.
Tell
me, what are you doing for dinner?”
Two
young boys who have to live with their grandmother
Show
him a rusty red chair they found on the curb.
He
offers them each a quarter, but they want a dollar.
He
compromises. He’ll give them a dollar next time.
It’s
been ten years since his trusted partner,
The
wife he thought he could never win, died.
For
three months he cried by day and sobbed by night
Until
he could no longer take the sulfuric pain.
He’d
have to decide, either become a drunk,
He
could afford vodka, enough for that,
Or
find a way of staying sober, keeping busy,
Useful,
and not embarrassing himself.
So
he put up his sign and now sits and waits
For
people to come to him who need repair,
But,
he collects parts mostly and smiles, almost
Contently,
in front of his open garage door.
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