the shadows on the wall
to lengthen into dawn
as crows squabble over greasy paper
from the waiting in hope of childhood and youth this poem gets emptier and
more despairing - the above reminds me of the women squabbling over
Scrooge's still-warm sheets - a terrible progression.
well done
Terri )O(
I Wait
for mom to call dinner
the call for a job
you to say yes
the doctor to finish his rounds
daddy to get home
the last bell,
the first day of school
the clock to wind its way round the dial
like a track anchored on both ends
by wash-out bridges***love how this even relates back to biological clock
dad to finish his peas
the interview to be over
your crooked smile
the doctor to get to the point
quiet time
afternoons in the library
new clothes new haircut new shoes
the shadows on the wall
to lengthen into dawn
as crows squabble over greasy paper
the last shoe to drop
the last dog to die
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