The Conversation Chair
John Clare Stokes
Each time happening upon a steel conversation chair
I pause to listen as those who long passed speak
Where words last left off seems merely a week
Catching again these conversations from the chair.
It’s in the old steel the conversation comes
Mysteriously transmitted from the living past
Memories transforming to spoken words passed
The moments spent with them most comforting
Tell me again red conversation chair
The love we knew so strong for so long
Where tell me have your words gone
Lift breeze to steel tell me you’re near.
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