Wait
is a four-letter word
shameless, brazen, uncouth
the dig of a bully’s elbow
the gnaw of a blunted tooth
it stops the clock on the wall
and renders good company mute
makes us ponder our hangnails
and feel like slow-rotting fruit
impolite, crass and unseemly
intrusive, indifferent to plan
from childhood to dotage it stalks us
intractable bogeyman.
Thanks yet again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives and the ever-ready camera of the curator thereof.
Oddments 
March 15, 2018 at 9:54 am
Love this
March 15, 2018 at 11:23 am
Thank you!
March 15, 2018 at 11:22 am
I don’t like waiting, but especially in that particular environment. Hope all is well with the photographer. 🙂
March 15, 2018 at 11:26 am
Absolutely! That environment is the worst! I think the photographer is doing OK, thanks. I can’t help laughing — a little — at anyone who can see a photo op in such a place. But he got it right — it sure describes that particular wait.
March 15, 2018 at 4:11 pm
I hope you are fine
Nina
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March 15, 2018 at 4:34 pm
Hi, Nina! I’m like every other old lady, I suspect. I hope you are fine too. Thanks for the note!