Secretary of State
Surrounded by
impatience-painted faces, scowls,
blank eyes,
expanding broods, expanded bellies,
the destruction of the idea of waiting.
Fidget.
A hint, subtle, of a shoulder blade.
Everyone's a critic,
pundit,
satirist.
Rattle-pop numbers game,
too fast for old legs.
The blue chair plastic corral.
Lovely, a new smell in the mix,
popping gum, mint sparks,
the scent of stale baby waste,
changed out half an hour ago.
Grizzled grandpa and his disheveled progeny,
dumb looks, words immediate
on shaggy face, displeasure,
his head wrapped in an American flag bandana.
A pregnant mother tells her son
that the long wait is what taxes pay for
as he complains just as noisily,
the father sits without a thought
upon his lips.
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