Security
I sit, in my car, waiting, patiently.
Something I do almost daily.
Yet, I am watched, for my patience.
I am suspicious to those, impatient.
For nothing. Just watching,
Me sitting. Waiting, patiently.
Copyright © Valerie Axford | Year Posted 2005
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