Today’s choice

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Kevin Denwood

 

 

 

Waiting Room

Name called.
Not mine.

Wasn’t I
here first?

A new arrival
spreads out.

One chair
always left empty.

I glance at copies of
National Geographic,
Vogue,
Woman’s Weekly —
all out of date.

It’s possible
they expired
while I was waiting.

Impatient sighs
mix with the soft
turn of a page.

I glance
around the room.
Nothing catches.

Some scroll frantically.
Others pretend to decipher
The Economist.

Most stare
into space
or at their shoes.

I read the poster
about prostate cancer
again.

 

 

Kevin Denwood is a Cumbrian poet whose work explores memory, ageing and everyday social observation. His poems have appeared in Free the Verse, Obsessed with Pipework, and Poems, Tales & Other English Words.

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