Poem#4 – The Waiting Room
For today’s prompt, I used the book The Creation of the Night Sky by Nicholas Christopher. The lines are: behind the rising curtain, past the broken statues, and horizon.
The Waiting Room
Outside the window
behind the rising curtain
a man fumbles for his keys.
It’s been this way forever–
one watches, one dances
time goes on.
The rain doesn’t make
this mundane task
any easier
or less routine
But, if we are lucky
past the broken statues
and crumbled ruins
a flash of pink or crimson
one day appears on the horizon
to make it all
worthwhile
Black Satin 
Lovely as well! (I’m catching up on your blog backwards, ha. :)) I really liked this.