She waits her turn
flipping through
Glamour Magazine
Glancing up at
the clock above
the fake plant
She notes that
only five minutes
have passed
Hearing laughter
coming from
the TV
She tosses the
magazine on
the floor
And pulls her
chair closer
hoping
That the
funny ones
coax a smile
Sixty-three
minutes pass
unnoticed
She stares
at the screen
transfixed
No longer
caring about
her car
Prompt: Take a favorite line or image from an earlier poem
this month and re-work it into a new poem.
(See Tressa)
Photo: Ali Brohi