The Waiting Room
Outside the room
a steady rain
drip-drip-drip-drip...
He, pacing to and fro
up on his toes
then back on his heels
A dull pounding
in the back of his head
his tongue and palate dry
Perspiration coating the
crooks of his elbows
the backs of his knees
His breathing shallow
coming in fits and starts
punctuated by overloud hiccoughs
A thrum-thrum-thrum in one ear
a high pitched whistle in the other
What's the jury doing, brother?...
The rain-smeared windows
reveal a downpour now
Frigid slants, arrows into the ground
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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