marge

marge
dragged
an old folding fishing chair
that used to belong
to her second husband
from her room
out the nursing home doors
over to the concrete ramp
to the service access road
for the drainage channel

she
unfolded
her old chair
in front of
the gate
pulled out
her lighter
her cigarettes
and took
her first
long drag
of the day

marge
had been
married three times
divorced twice
widowed once
and truth be told
iit proved easier
to wait out that bastard
than to dump him

she
had no family
she chose to acknowledge
any friends
long gone
and planted

now
she only had her
folding fishing chair
a pack of cigarettes
and a view of the drainage channel

the chair
was a faded blue-grey
and faded blue-grey
described marge
as well

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