While I Wait

The cursor blinks

She disappears through a door

A wisp of smoke curls on the breeze

A Cloud passes casting a dull shadow

Grey descends and a groundhog scuttles

An art installation loses its shine

The bait of the world wiggles and squirms

Pastures, rocks, and bleating lambs call out

A Coffee pot grinds and gurgles

An elephant loses its decoration one bead at a time

Cartoon Jesus clings loosely to a Sunday School felt board

A fish tank casts a bubbly pink hue

A spider’s belly grows full

Dread, the only formulation

The cursor continues to blink

~ by April on October 16, 2012.

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