the guy beside me
reeks of tobacco

wonder if I am
inhaling nicotine

we sit in a doctor’s
waiting room

I wonder what
is waiting for him.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to waiting

  1. drew says:

    concise poignant and effective. I was there with you. i find the last line funny, but with another emotion attached.. deeper

  2. riverwriter says:

    When I am faced with a wait in a doctor’s office. I usually take along a pad so I can write. This was one of those times.

    I couldn’t believe how strong the tobacco smell was on the guy. Not a smoke smell, but tobacco smell. We were rubbing elbows as I wrote it. I was wondering if he could see what I was writing. You are right about the last line; glad you got it.

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