The End

• Ashish Motiani, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2010

Thick enough, long enough, it could do the job.
She picks it up, slings it over her shoulder.
Stable enough, tall enough, it could do the job.
She sets it up, perfectly in line.
High enough, strong enough, it could do the job.
She tosses it over, ties it up.
Wide enough, tight enough, it could do the job.
She loops it around, inhales, exhales.
Swings back her leg, kicks away the chair.
Still.