Friday Poem

I picked up two chairs in a free pile along a backroad yesterday.

No! my daughters said.

In the evening, playing Yahtzee, our cat Acer begins to gnaw on the chair’s loose strands, which makes the girls laugh hysterically.

Something for everyone in the free pile. That’s where we are in the pandemic world.

I pull out the gray hairs,

And under my pillow,

There is a cricket.

— Basho

About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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9 Responses to Friday Poem

  1. Nancy says:

    Well, I think that’s a very nice chair. Good price. Good haiku. 🦗

  2. I love the look of those chairs. I have one myself purchased at a thrift shop or tag sale for a few dollars. It look perfect at my little writing desk (found free on the street!) but they’re not very comfortable are they? One has to kind of perch on it and I’m not good at perching for long.

  3. Ben Hewitt says:

    I’m such a sucker for free piles.

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