Last poem for 2015:
“waiting room”
I sit in a tiny room
filled with many strangers
there’s the mother with
one child coughing and
spreading his germs while
the other boy is absorbed
in his headphones
the man across keeps
peeking at the pretty lady
sitting beside me
unaware of his ogling eyes
the tall man in the suit
chats loudly on his phone
as if we all want to know
his personal business
yet his thunderous voice
doesn’t disturb the older
man beside him with a
look in his eyes as if
he’s preparing for the worst
we all wait patiently
in this tiny room until
the nurse calls us
behind the curtain
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