One Lonely Pillow

A poem
by Chris Hibbard
February 19, 2015
Photo by Michael Maguire

A friend of mine lives in a small town in southern Alberta, Canada. He snapped a photo of an old pillow that had been lying in the middle of main street after he had passed it day after day after day. That photo, and that pillow, are the inspiration for the following poem.

One Lonely Pillow

One lonely pillow
once loved and appreciated
cuddled and rested upon
admired and purchased with care
home to heads and faces
tears and laughter
now lies
Abandoned and bleak
ragged and flattened
lifeless and torn
This lonely pillow
resides on the street
Cars pass, children play
rain falls and clouds darken
while night turns back to day
Nearly a full season passes
before it is handled once more
A scoop and a bag
a can and a truck
a pile and a landfill
where a lonely pillow
is no longer so alone.


~ by Chris Hibbard on February 19, 2015.

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