Anticipation
I sit here with anticipation
I wonder when the hour will end
The time stands still
Even as I write this poem
Every curve, every line, every point
I watch my hand gracefully slide
Moving across the page
As I do this
My eyes keep watching the clock
one....two....three.....
seconds gone
I'm stil here
The snow falls on the empty pavement
Every flake that hits, melts away
The wind blows the flakes around
As I watch I get the chills
I feel as if I'm out there, I feel the snow
Falling on my face
Touching my skin
I become cold and numb
As I watch the flake fall
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