Red Chair

I didn't quite like the food,

so I looked out the window instead.

The restaurant, a hippie burger joint,

had seats outside, red chairs and wooden tables.

But it's too cold to sit out there, no one has been out there.

And yet,

there was a single red chair,

barley tilted.

Leaning on its hind legs, resting on the chair right behind it.

And I couldn't help but wonder,

Why was it left like that.

If on one was outside, did the wind blow it over,

did an employee knock it as they swept?

I was so curious, so concerned.

A chair, ready to fall, would probably startle a guest looking out a window,

maybe blow into the parking lot.

They'd loose a chair.

And why was I so worried, maybe because, who else would be?

So then we left, finished my subpar burger,

barley touched my indescribable iced-tea.

And then walked through the doors,

pass the tilted red chair.

And I left it there, barley about to fall.