Couch


You know where an old couch belongs?  In a creek of course.  What can be more witty than its homely form – its ludicrous, puffy bulk – half immersed in water.  Indeed one can almost imagine the couch getting there on its own, making its way silently through the suburbs to this reservoir of comfort.  The creek holds the couch quietly, calling on it to reflect, which it does for a time until wilds nights put an end to meditation and drag it out to sea.

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