Friday, March 17, 2017

waiting for morning

from nearby rooms you
hear
the sound
of others making love.
the hotel
walls
are thin, each
room
set the same with television,
chair
and bed.
the same shades are drawn,
the same picture
of a snow capped mountain
adorns one wall.
you lie there
and listen, and think
of places you
have been.
the places you want to go
to escape you.
in time the love making
stops,
as it will,
so you close your eyes
and wait for
morning.


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