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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