A couple

A couple of chairs stand in the plaza; these could be any kind of chairs— picture frames, throw rugs, toad stools. We make of them what we will, since we are the brilliant analysts, and they are passive and arbitrary. People pass; they make judgments or they don’t even notice. Seriously, these two chairs don’t belong here. It might happen that one of them belongs in a palace and the other was made by an artist, a dreamer. Come to think of it, they don’t match. Rats, birds, exposure to the weather, and random possessive acts threaten. No ideal arrangement of chairs is possible. No museum will feature them. They are altogether an anomaly.