Wasted Time
A breeze blows in sweet smells
of pasture and rain.
A train whistles furiously,
slapping tracks urgently on its way to
Somewhere Very Important.
Loud planes burrow thick white lines into the sky.
Birds pierce the silence, shrieking to an invisible partner-in-crime.
People with briefcases nod at no one as they run away to
Somewhere Very Important.
I sit by the dingy window,
higher than high,
and wonder –
just when did all of this Time pass me by?
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