five new chairs

I buy five new chairs

for the round dining room table.

the old ones of bonded leather
have had their
day in the sun.

crinkled and strangely old
despite
rarely being sat on.

so I find new ones. genuine
leather,
I insist

to the blonde woman with a
phone
and a pen, and a pad.

eagerly stretching out her hand
for my card.

let's go with sand, I tell her.
five.

Saturday delivery, please.
sure she says,
not a problem.

I take a picture of the new chairs
and send it along
for
agreement, or disagreement.

she says, why five, why not four?

and I tell her, five will be
good

when we have a party to celebrate
us being back

together again. to which she laughs,
and says

I have to go, but I do like the color
sand.