Waiting

The fragile minutes move on
Hopes rise to greet each person
passing by the window

Still
you are not here

I sip my drink
watch the clock
worry, just a little
hurt, just a bit

This gift of time
rare bird
caged, till
you arrive
to set it free

© 1995, TAJ

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