Written by: brian anderson

i found her poems
in the back of my notebook
like the back of my mind
where she has been lurking
a desire denied
                                      these are long days
                                      of waiting
                                      to wait some more
                                      gazing out of my grimy windows
                                      beads of snow rushing past
                                      while i'm waiting
sleep never shows up on time
he keeps his own
i must be
at the bottom of the list
praying for his good graces
to escape from the waiting
these days are long
                                       her poems were written on pretty paper
                                       multi-colored and festive
                                       much like the author
                                       of orange thongs
                                       her nimble fingers dancing across
                                       her center
these days are long
reading her poems
and waiting