Beside my face glowing, red – 11:58 …11:59
I stare
into the dark.
Somewhere a train
whistle blows
sharp,
short.
Sirens wail, then fade.
Dog barks.
Car vrooms a challenge,
squeals,
roars on
but my tensed body pleads
for that familiar hum…
then
door slam,
click,
step, step, creak,
the sweet sound of teenage feet…
Beside my face, glowing red – 12:16….12:17…
© 2003 by Violet Nesdoly
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