- Wait -

Interred lude:
              an air-conditioned wait chamber
Magazine page flip thumb shuffle.
              no time here
              just a linger.

              paused.


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Anon - throng
              notebook toters
              decision herding
                             while unwinders waste towel reams

Ladies and Gentlemen:
              Here comes Wu Tang!

His Honour, whose black eyes so sharp
              they ping pong
              then lock, penetrating
              measuring.

And the green tabs,
              Dogwood ear leaves
              relentless biting
              no-see-ums.