Thursday, August 19, 2010

WAITING (Poem 1 --- A Jump Out of a Quatrain)


SENTRY

The stool stood sentry to a darkened room where
she said she would wait if it took forever and it did.

The stool will outlast the stonewalls, rotting doors,
loosened bricks, dust, and bramble. It will be there.

Waiting.


 A.B. Casuga
---August 19, 2010
Mississauga







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