Wednesday, April 4, 2012

"And so it goes"

Body soft, she waits.
Feeling only external in the waiting room.  Small wrists.  Busy brain.
Did black patent leather shoes sit in a similar room, 
feeling similar things 50 some odd years ago?


I think so.

The hallway doesn’t end.  I see trash all over the floor but as I approach, 
I find it’s not trash at all, but the pattern of a floor.  
Too many doors.  All walls empty.


The irony that there is a graveyard across the street is not lost on me.
Not lost on me. 


Lost me. 


2012