The Green Vinyl, Chrome-Trimmed Stool


Having stopped once at the small café,
I declined a second chance.

Its worn white boards and splintered seats
Held no news for me.

I could easily pass by the beckoning sign
Swinging sweetly from its chain.

But hidden in a booth, and seated on a stool,
Harsh cactus and desert sun awaited me.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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