There is nothing like sitting
In a waiting room with
No idea of how long you'll be there.
At any moment you
Could be freed but
There's no way to know.
Something is happening
(They're working on my car)
I know, but how long,
How much, that's
A mystery.

All of the key punching
And computer efforting is
Amusing really. He typed
And typed and typed
And typed and then
He looked up and said,
"OK, what's the name?"

If every moment of life is precious
Then what of these?

Eight people reading worn-out
Magazines, shifting in chairs
As the day slowly progresses
Around us.

09/17/2005

Posted on 11/03/2011
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