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.
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