Spent much of my life searching for a chair,
four strong legs, a nice feel, soft and spongy.
Where were you on those sunny rummage days?
I bought one finally, not you of course, you
out building birdhouses and feeding baby lambs
made me feel I was priority low, six foot deep low.
You came to town with fudge in a bucket, young
men smiling, buying chocolate, ocean toffee.
There is no ocean dear, it’s somewhere else,
somewhere warm, breezy, with a taste for salty tears.