i see her patience
in the crowded
room
at the DMV.
her calm
demeanor. she sits
and waits
in her pretty dress.
her lovely hat.
her shoes.
no fidgeting,
no concern.
her hands are folded
in her lap.
there is no hurry
about her.
the years have taught
her that.
she waits until
she waits no more.
her number
called.
i want what she has.
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