Empty Room

the daisies stand up in their vase
like the spray from a sprinkler
before the drops arc out across the scratchy
summer grass to plop against the neighbors’ car
parked against the curb

the cut glass crystal hangs
from the base of the light fixture
catching sunlight and throwing rainbows
onto surfaces throughout the room
with no apparent regard for taste or equity

the chair where you sat waits
apart from the table
separated from its mates by the force
of your decision to stand
and go

its own little island
in the sea of dining room floor