Two Red Chairs

by Arnold Hollander

Two red chairs are standing
silent at the curb,

Once ambassadors of comfort
for us to rest our weary bodies,
now tired, torn, worn,
disheveled, and discarded.

The chairs stand exposed to
the harsh, hot, humid weather
and an occasional rainfall.

But these chairs have dignity:
The red is faded, but they still stand
erect at the curb, waiting.