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Waiting for Her

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #231. 



I’m waiting on her here, 
just leaning between shade, sun, and car door.
Gotta pickup here, back entrance. 
You’d never know that the sound
Washing against the city 
isn’t the ocean but a crowd. 
She’ll be here.
Just a few minutes more. 
We’re going to emptiness, some restaurant
Used to drive by, smell pepperoni and family, smell America.
Used to be. 
Dust and sunlight and old brick—
now serving a new album.
Do they have those anymore? 
Wax and silver? Great black speakers?
Roll over you 
like that crowd floods and puddles in the traffic noise.
She knows I’m waiting. 
Waiting for her. Waiting for yesterday.
She’s got a song about old starlight and I can feel it here
Sticking to the hot asphalt, 
fused in the shadows, 
staining windowsills.
Gotta wait. 
New starlight on the back of my shoulders, drowned in sound.

Finally seeing a little bit of fall weather and I've moved out on the patio to annoy the birds and pretend I'm in summer camp. Hoping you have a bit of that tucked-away-in-the-fresh-air calmness this week!

-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. kaykualaOctober 8, 2022 at 5:54 PM

    Waiting for whatever reasons can be most frustrating. there are so much to rekondle in memory of good times together but the person is not there!

    Hank

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  2. Gillena CoxOctober 9, 2022 at 1:48 AM

    Here we are having day-long rains. No fun for flood areas.
    Happy Sunday Chissa. Its interedting how busy his task of waiting is. It could be tiring too.

    Much❤lovr

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  3. Keith's RamblingsOctober 9, 2022 at 6:52 AM

    Hopefully not waiting in vain.

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 9, 2022 at 5:07 PM

    Waiting for yesterday. I relate. Remembering that song about old starlight. I miss the days of stereos and turntables. Music has never sounded the same since.

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  5. Carrie Van HornOctober 10, 2022 at 8:30 AM

    It is like you have captured a moment and a time both at once here Chrissa. Absolutely beautiful!

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  6. HelenOctober 10, 2022 at 9:57 AM

    How splendid your poem ... I sense his anticipation, his depth, waiting for yesterday.

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  7. purplepeninportland.comOctober 15, 2022 at 4:55 PM

    "She knows I’m waiting.
    Waiting for her. Waiting for yesterday."

    Like many others. Love this, Chrissa!

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