Because the rain was rushing,
my sight dimmed
the road long
and all I could see where buildings.
Because the Architecture
was limestone and glass,
ready to break at any moment.
Because I had waited for hours
in a train, only to find
myself as a boy looking in disgust,
stepping back in fear
when I approached.
Only to reopen
the wounds,
as I imagined myself
looking at the train,
looking at myself outside,
waiting.
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1. Brett Amory, Waiting #81.
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