The red chair
walking through beads strung over doors
my body displacing them
smoky filed dim lit space
in the center a red chair
sitting in that chair is
right
she dances around me
each movement sweater
swaying with trees in the dark
the rendezvous exhibition
leaves floating in the air
slowly rocking back and forth
downward to the water below
we don’t care about it
just open the fields of contoured reflection
rings and snow capped mountains
ignoring social norms
sit in this red chair
in denomination of man and souls
it folds around me engulfing thoughts
electrocuting me with life energy
see the stormy skies
making people cry
don’t bend with the wind
resist and proliferate with passions
you can count on the red chair
it will equalize us
By Jose F. Sosa ©2008
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