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Ticket Number 984533572 - NaPoWriMo 19
What a waste of time.
So much of what I do,
seems just that.
As though counting in chalk
before the rain inevitably comes;
Or as though stuck waiting
anticipating that there is something
beyond this holding-pen waiting room
yet beyond the threshold
is yet another queue,
and not the polite queue mind you.
And yet,
such lingering moments
would be a joyful eternity
if they were shared with someone
as alone can feel like forever
especially if together seems never.
So much of what I do,
seems just that.
As though counting in chalk
before the rain inevitably comes;
Or as though stuck waiting
anticipating that there is something
beyond this holding-pen waiting room
yet beyond the threshold
is yet another queue,
and not the polite queue mind you.
And yet,
such lingering moments
would be a joyful eternity
if they were shared with someone
as alone can feel like forever
especially if together seems never.
Published 19th Apr 2024
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