The Line We Wait In
We take turns glancing at the clock.
We always think glancing will be like putting our feet on grass that has had proper rain and sun.
But it’s never like that.
We take turns.
In this line, that is just me and everyone who is not me.
Some of us are chatting, as if we are in line for coffee.
We’re all pretending it’s a dream and this is a stop on our commute to work.
But no, everyone who is in here is in here.
We are here all the time, until we aren’t.
Morning…afternoon…night…
Night is…
When some of us are tired in a sleeping way, and others are tired in a gray and drizzling way.
We wait, and, wait, and wait.
After this, we can do what we want.
Either sleep,
Or stay awake.
They really don’t care.
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