Furniture Gone Bad
by Joan Pond
I saw the sign on the pole.
Missing sofa—
please call.
I envisioned some grand settee,
off
on a journey.
Its wooden legs
taking it cross town.
Had it been unhappy at home?
If they’d known,
would therapy have helped?
Perhaps a furniture intervention.
Psychologists would say,
re-upholstering
could bolster the ego.
It’s sad
when furniture
suddenly goes
astray.
