Just want some comfort from that couch on the street.

The big drop off truck left it 

to the side of the thrift shop

on the grass 

between the buildings and street.

But it’s not in front of the thrift shop.

It’s not theirs, it’s public.

A public thing that you’ve come across

like a waterfall.

Only a waterfall you can’t sit on. 

This you can, but you can’t eat it.

You will worry about eating later

right now you will explore the couch.

Oh soft comfy thing

Furniture like goes in a house

Big furniture,

like if you had a house.

And you do,

your camp in the park

or maybe in front of the library

which is pretty far away,

Why stress?

Flop down

Luxuriate 

Move your feets

without getting up, 

move JUST your feets.

Left and right

Back and forth

Like when you were an infant

just discovering your toes.

Since you have lived outside

whole years at a time

nothing much changes

and perhaps you are an infant 

only you are bigger now 

and you scare people, 

but you are just enjoying the couch.

Will you spend an hour in it?

Yes, you are!

You sit up,

resting your back against the couch

like you are reading a paper.

You put your imaginary paper down, 

you stretch your arms and yawn,

you pivot to lie down

put your feet over the armrest

then flat on the couch

with your knees up.

You are exploring the couch

for maximum comfort 

like a puppy.

Since no one from the thrift shop 

has come out or shown interest

you feel safe getting up

from your couch for a minute,

to regard your couch

to examine it for portability.

Apparently it is too large

or where you’d bring it too far,

you abandon the couch

not even snagging a cushion.

You’ve given up on the couch,

like you’ve had to

so much else.