Spilwords.com presents: A Couch Along The Wayside, poem and photo by Mark Tulin, a former Philadelphia Family Therapist residing in Santa Barbara.
— spillwords.com/a-couch-along-the-wayside/
A COUCH ALONG THE WAYSIDE
written by: Mark Tulin
I’m tired
My feet are raw and swollen,
but I am fortunate to find
a discarded couch
along the wayside—
a momentary respite
It is a sign of good luck,
the sofa by the curb,
to take a comfortable nap
on its old, worn upholstery
Stained on both arms,
a wobbly right leg,
bulging at the seams—
but the sofa suits my needs,
contains hope for me
It wears the dreams
of strangers who rested here—
made love on its soft cushions,
talked about private things
into the wee hours of the night
It is a godsend for a wayward traveler—
a faded piece of furniture,
a momentary pleasure,
unexpected joy
For I am poor and deprived
In such common treasures,
I find much pleasure.
Crow On The Wire 
a terrific poem, Mark; I really like it 🙂
Thank you, John. Hope you’re doing well.
I am, Mark: and those poems keep coming 🙂
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
You can only imagine the stories told by those that can’t speak but are apart of everyday life. Then they “live” again momentarily for someone in need. Thank you so much for visualizing that for everyone with your poetry.