The Waiting Room
February 19, 2009 § 4 Comments
With gentle sway, the hodgepodge flock canopies
the waiting room.
We ignore their plight (they are
forced by slender threads into unnatural formation.)
This is your job, we think as
we pass beneath. This is your job, O Skyscrapers
of Ancient Being – to fly our prayers and
longings to even Older Gods on shiny paper wings.