Lawn Chair on the Highway

We are used to the disabled
truck, the inevitable
deer or squirrel carcass
still there a week later.

But a chair is unexpected.

Upright, positioned
at the juncture of highway
and exit where the ramp veers off.
As if waiting for its owner
to return, beer in hand,
to sit and watch

the parade
where we are all equal
parts

observer and participant.

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Andrew Gent was born in England, grew up in Ohio, and now lives in New Hampshire where he works as an information architect. His first book, [explicit lyrics], won the Miller Williams Poetry prize and is available from the University of Arkansas Press.