Sunday, January 19, 2014

In the waiting

I tapped my foot in line.
The waiting never seems to end.

I watch the people around me with darting eyes.
My watch and its' hands are ticking in my head.

The line slowly ebbs and flows and I wait,
waiting and shifting and thinking

when this tapping, ticking, thinking, darting, panting

Waiting will end.

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