Summer music stilled
Fragrant breezes play no more
Patio stones cold
People gone inside
Chairs wait for another year
Stacked against the fence
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Chair #1: Finally we get to take a break.
Chair #2: Let’s hope they return lighter.
Chair #1: I know what you mean. When they sit, my joints creak.
Chair #2: Keep it down will you, or we’ll end up as fuel for the fireplace.
Love your conversation between the chairs! I can just imagine it.
Lovely❤️ I can see it, smell and feel it
Wonderful! Welcome to my backyard.