Long Thursday Wait
LONG THURSDAY WAIT
Thursday end of work way home.
Next bus ten minutes far under the elevated railway.
Wait in the dark and turn up collar :
Tolerate this solitude of evening grey.
Worse was waiting as she arrived at length -
Suddenly I felt the deep sea of weakness.
Faced by her, I became an empty sack of strength,
Listening unwilling to her prattling problems.
Until the hour hand struggled up to my door.
Rattling voice ceased to offend the silent street.
Turn the well-oiled key in smooth lock once more;
Close out the empty sack; breathe in the bright solitude.
31 March 2020
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