time stands still
on the old clock above
the counter in the ER
I wait
patiently
for my turn
walking out the door
casting no glances
we pass each other by
then disappear
snow traces the weight
of each burden
Getting Something Read (June, 10, 2010)
A Room of My Own: Stock Ticker Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCXCVI: "stock ticker "
a bruised girl’s hand
clutches a slice of bread
in pixels—
a stock ticker flashes past
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