2017/11/10

Waiting For A Meeting

Last night.
Sitting.
Waiting.
Wondering.
Another half hour?
Hour?
Start to put it all away.
Books.
Literature.
Coffee shit.
Tables and chairs.
Garbage.
Install the lock box.
Watch the bus go by.
Another half hour.
Grab the sign.
Walk to a different bus stop.
Go home.
No more waiting for a meeting.
Alone.

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