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March 2, 1973
CHANGE,
Grained white table-top,
Lays on it's broad back,
Firmly on wooden legs,
That never seem to wander.
Scrolled deep-cherry feet,
Jutting out in support of a living room animal.
Patiently awaiting it's moment,
One single moment of liberation,
It closes it's eyes on silverware dressings,
And excites a smile while thinking about it.
Someday, the table knows, will be the day to stretch
it's legs and leave it's home in search of The Great Outdoors.
Tragic, in that it is at the cost of his family's lives.
Change is frightening.