Writing In A Nail Parlor Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting in a nail parlor, smelling scents of nail polish being applied to women's nails.
Bottles of polish, various colors, standing on shelves waiting to be chosen by a particular person on any given day.
Writing, waiting for a friend's daughter to get her nails finished.
Just enjoying alone time to write what I want, watch people come and go, reading their expressions and sensing their feelings.
Capturing it all in a poem while waiting.