Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Waiting Room

On straight-backed chairs we sit,
Each waiting for a name we could answer to,
And in the minutes that stretch,
Eased along by an ancient issue
Of a tabloid I would not buy,
I am offered a glimpse
Of shoulders too versed
In the nature of chairs
Of a doctor's waiting room.


ana dane said...

beauty in sadness.

Bethany said...

And their experience with their doctor means everything.