The Red Couch

[Jimmy Stark]

There is a red couch.
It is lavish and ornate.
The center of the house
we now call home.
Fresh and clean
beaming through the window at our flowers.

There is a red couch.
It is simple and plain.
Pushed aside in the house
for now our home.
Stained and tarnished
staring out the window at the fireflies.

There is a red couch.
It is faded and tearing.
Forgotten in the house
I call home,
Dirty and used
squinting out the window at the falling leaves.

There is a red couch.
It is worn and ragged.
Alone in the house
Once a home.
Stale and dusty with cobwebs
gazing through the window at the snow.