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Subject: The Waiting Room

Author:
Mick

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Date Posted: 15:56:29 01/19/08 Sat

This is a revision of a poem I had previously posted elsewhere (I hope that's OK). I generally don't revise poems - feel they should capture the moment or a moment of reflection - but my muse is on vacation; so I thought I'd revisit this one.

The Waiting Room

I knelt to tie my shoe.

Over and under, then
pulled into a
knot.
One string folded in half – pinched into a little half bow -
like those awareness ribbons.
Over and under, then
pulled into a
knot.

Goodbye my friend.

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