Three green Adirondack chairs crouch in the snow – pick one
for your afternoon break; one where you will sit and gaze at – at
what? Will it be a mountain-side? Will it be a frozen lake ringed
by a thickly treed forest? Will it be a winding road leading to a
place disappearing in the distance? No-one has sat in the chairs
for a while; you will have to dust the snow off once you’ve made
your choice. Will it be worth it?
*From Elizabeth Bachinsky's poem B&E from the book Home of Sudden Service.
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