Wabi Sabi

I wonder whose couch it was when it was new,
And where it lived and if kids jumped up and down
On it before it was completely trashed and tossed
Out in front with a “free” sign pinned on it.
The chair was maybe matching, but probably not.
Sheets and blankets drape a hidden frame
Of real oak pallets, or maybe light weight pine.
There is little of the lettered architect in sight.
Kanso defers to wabi sabi here,
And the Tesla has been traded for a Trek.

Who’s loitering when life is an adventure?


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