Sunday, April 23, 2006
Dedicated to Jan
She waited for him,
at the corner of "walnut" and "Ivy"
her muscles shaking...
her body aching...
her eyes moving in all directions,
hoping he would come.
Despite the cold night...she waited.
Despite the passing eyes of men's lust,
and women's jealousy....she waited.
The guilt. The shame.
The excitement. The joy.
The child in her.
"he's coming" she thought, and lit a cigarrette.
"I can't be imagining" she thought again.
His deep eyes, meeting hers halfway.
the unspoken conversations,
the unexchanged touches,
and the kiss.
Her tension is now rising.
She doesn't know his name,
where does he live,
or what does he do.
With the hours passing,
and her hope, like the city's lights, fading,
she remembered "Godot"....and the waiting!
she spent her life waiting.
(picure: the intersection of Walnut st and Ivy st.)