Musical Chair

Musical Chair

A catastrophic poem

Breathes carnival of leaves.

 

One, two, three

My protagonist flees

The odd one out.

The courtyard is now a joyous table

Woods and bricks and mud

smiles and tears and

my abstracted mood.

 

Droplets of memories

Impregnated by external electrons

Temporary chemistry.

So, the chairs conspire

to eradicate unfortunate beats.

Floor remonstrates

wheels guiding sporadic escapades.

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