Frustrated...
an unanswered call,
angry expletives stir up the air,
pacing…
fumbling around the room,
making noises at the walls.
a hurried pace down the hall...
returning…
lists in hand,
in a whoosh!
he disappears out the door.
Errands can be done,
waiting
for a call-back,
dashing about here and there,
life's little 'moments'
all lost
in a hurry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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