Short 'n' Curly!
Poetry
stationary moments.
by Julie Patterson.
I sit here waiting,
time is but a slither in a tock,
tock a fragment in space,
silently I wait,
with the clock on my car menacing away,
furiously dancing in syncopation,
the sky is gray.
Steely clouds cover up the moon I know is there,
I find solace and comfort in her presence.
A train toots and moves away.
The person I'm waiting for has arrived,
and soon I will take up my leave to return home.
The start of the engine,
well o.k. the hopeful start of the engine.
after all this car is 20 years old,
I gave her a heart transplant last year,
and tis only occasionally she refuses to ignite (cynicism is rife)
My friend is near now,
I can hear whistling, her clicking her teeth at the dogs in the back , excitedly they respond.
I will nourish myself in conversation tonight,
I gaze once more at the moon,
click goes the engine,
and I'm gone.
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