A second, simpler poem inspired by the same setting as an earlier one.
Waiting Room
is the space between
hope and what happens,
between fear and fate,
between now and when:
a place for old magazines
full of yesterday’s news
and things it’s too late
to do, while we await
the diagnosis,
the estimate,
the delivery,
the plumber,
the doctor
or whoever will
see us now.
Waiting Room
is the space between
hope and what happens,
between fear and fate,
between now and when:
a place for old magazines
full of yesterday’s news
and things it’s too late
to do, while we await
the diagnosis,
the estimate,
the delivery,
the plumber,
the doctor
or whoever will
see us now.
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