Living Prose
The truth-is-better-than-fictional bits.
Friday, November 30, 2012
The fool patience
See him? Wait, he was there
A minute ago,
I swear --
Catch
Your breath before he
Taps you,
like a petulant frat boy,
On the shoulder you didn't glance over
And runs away,
Giggling
Until you buy him a stiff drink.
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