Waiting

You could pretend that this is a waiting game

You could pretend that this is a waiting game.
At some point, surely,  some one will be along.
You hang around and hope that happenstance,
serendipity or fate kicks in and grants

you your biggest opportunity.
Life changing indeed, that thing
you have been dreaming of all this while.
Or is nothing predestined, just taken?

It is empty here. It is cold.
You stroke the worn wood of the rustic table
and feel the friction of all those people who have met
here for frequent, first, or last times..

How will you become part of two?
What signals should you emanate?
What flags to fly, badges of hope to pin to your chest?
What prospect do you have in all this chancelessness?

Close your eyes, offer up a silent plea or supplication
to whomever may or may not be listening.
Reach into your pockets and touch the
lucky coin, good fortune, please, you implore…

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