Member Poem

Wallgreen’s parking lot

Friday 8pm
 
waiting
 
for photos to be developed
for dreams to come true
for sirens to stop blaring
to hold books in my hands
 
waiting
 
 for someone who understands
how I feel
and what I  need
 
 
waiting
 
for packages that contain my dreams
 
waiting
 
for gold cards to arrive so I can
 
wait
 
in the Starbucks coffee line
like the companion who shares my shares my name

I am the girl who waited
 
waiting
 
 is my constant companion
 
waiting
 
for wine and dreams
for people and things
 
waiting
 
for the day when I’ll no longer be the girl who waited