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His Chair

After lunch
and before he went

back to the fields,
he’d catch a nap

there, a quick 15
minutes he said

“percolated him.” He’s in
the fields for good now

and in that chair,
now in my living room,

his sleep keeps
its eyes on me.

Michael Chitwood


Spring 2017

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