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Wait
I stop
as the sign in the street tells me to.
In the middle of the side walk
I stand,
waiting.
I know it’s coming
I feel its power.
The run-down, white house,
dirty with age,
would never have seen it coming.
The quant picket fence to the right
vibrates with the future.
Downtown I stand
and wait.
A “do not enter” sign hangs in warning
of a one-way stree,
but what’s coming from that way
isnt a car.
The night is illuminated by overhead lights,
however, soon they will not be needed.
I have longed for this moment
through every reincarnation,
within eternity.
But now I stand
and wait.
.:Back to Poetry:.
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