Waiting In a Line
waiting in a line
In front of the multi-bank window
an older man was transferring money, and like me he got
confused by all the numbers and had to do it again.
I was patient thought of loftier things is hell coal-fired
or do they use electrical energy for the doomed ones?
How is it possible to burn forever without actually burning
and turning into ashes the flames are like a cosy blanket
on a sofa near the oven.
lost in reveries, I didn´t notice the man had gone
a woman who was behind me took his place she had in
her plastic bag sanitary bin this I presumed was because
she was middle-aged and leaky.
she also had a loaf of bread and two tins of sardines food that
was of no interest, she had no right to take my place.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2020
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