What a chair in shade does
is slow me down; knowing I will
be sitting there, just as the hot
zenithed sun frames my
early afternoon, I hunt
down dandelions and such
to make tisane, take a cup
of that and a book to
the table, lean back in the chair,
sip, and read of hermits
in Chinese mountain ranges
with their clay stoves, thatch,
lotus-leaf robes and sometime
meals of nothing, sometimes
plums and cabbage. I might
nap, to wake as an apple
thumps nearby, then watch blue
and white clouds contend,
or even cross my legs and watch
again. Considering things
I'm not doing all that time,
what a chair in shade does
is save the world.
Lovely!
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