Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Where Can He Be Now?

Exotic Elda in Evanston stares into the abyss, waiting.
Haughty Hedda in Hartford lets heartfelt tears fall onto her henna locks as she waits.
They both wait for his phone call that has yet to ring in the dark.
His wife Wilma in Wilmington waits numbly, a routine that has rendered her weary.Even lovely lonely Lulu lingers in the nursery.
While her baby brother stares in the dark.
Where can that man be? And why does he torture each of them with this waiting?
Is he off on his latest vehicle?
Or was he drawn to some equestrian dalliance? These questions dance aimlessly in the wind like a winning lottery ticket heading toward the storm drain.

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2 Comments:

At 11:58 PM, Blogger Lorenzo at the Alchemist's Pillow said...

Nice touch. I enjoyed that aimless dance. Perhaps I'm just another winner on my way to the storm drain ...

 
At 7:55 AM, Blogger Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

Lorenzo - Oh, don't dance away!

 

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