the waiting room (excerpt)

rain falls now in silver shafts
and I wonder
as I always wonder
when reality will make its entrance
as in a doctor’s waiting room
or the waiting room
of a rural branch line
some sunny day
so many years ago
I can’t remember

dust on the old shelves
in the old place
the silent space I once inhabited

the books I took from room to room
lie yellowing in boxes
and all the while the minutes pass
the paper peals from sodden walls
a curling shroud of roses
leaves the scent of putrefaction

the waiting room is dark


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