Clock Watching

June 28, 2012

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Clock watching, waiting,

I do a good bit of these. This evening,

the wood of my table with carved trim holds one alone,

as it waits for another napkin and place setting.

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I do hope he is where he claims to be.

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My crystal wine glass is now empty.

I flag a server as a taxi.

He is attentive, just as he is to be.

Mistakenly I believe it might be for me.

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I do hope he is where he claims to be.

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Stop the dreaming I should, curb the desire

for his hand on mine, smiling, soft eyes.

To my melting point I do rise.

Lack and loneliness see him in this light.

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I do hope he is where he claims to be.

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The door open lends a breeze,

and sends in music from outdoor chimes.

Moves the skirt of my dress seated.

It rustles leaves that whisper to me,

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I do hope he is where he claims to be.