Chair because it was there.
Proper because we found it.
Rocks, because on the beach
and sand in-between because toes.
The distant hum of a motor because they take boats here, where we are.
The same one in the same room.

The happy chair with her broad shoulders and old fabric.
Twin beds, pushed together, becuase that's a queen.
A bird making noise if that's what you want to call it.
clouds like a blanket
Chrip, chirip, chrip
While we tap, tap, tap

A bell rings and downstairs a baby is here?
the pround dresser holds our cups like the fat man on the Paris metro,
Which is to say he holds them with the fact of grtavity.
Furniture, being held togeter in one room.
Where we tap tap.