No one lives in my hallway.
No one even sits there.
There is a chair
A red chair.
Not an embarrassing red
But an alarm red.
SEEKING A FRIEND
WHO WILL LISTEN!
It sits back
Taking in the transient
Scents and sounds.
What a story to tell
But no one to hear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem