Transmission
by beighartman
Acquaintances waiting with friends waiting to catch trains
Husbands waiting in cars
Massaging steering wheels
Thinking, waiting for something to happen
But not sure if it ever will
The lines striking skimming starred chords and rain drops
Dipping into the latter without division
Is it really happening or not?
The neighborhood tree fell down
Was that change, was that why we were waiting?
A robin mourns her young
The taxi swerves to the curb
The green leaves blend with green grass
The tree’s naked soul exposed
And so far as we are waiting, so good
Tariff tax toll or time cannot dissuade
The shuttle will arrive eventually
Passenger’s anticipation brimming over the levee
