Indelible waiting'art boutique". I will wait for the night to chase me..." I sit on a rock and watch children playing in the park below They don't see Moor know my thoughts Or that you haven't called But I forgive them their indifference today Above me a crow caws Perhaps he smells the crumbs on my dresser my anger But he flits away over the trees Probably has a home Probably has a wife Probably knew to call The children leave The coffee in my can turns cold The wind nips at me Some streetlights flicker on But I won't move Not yeti will wait for the night to chase me Back where I came from Up the empty street To a quiet house

Years: a book of tiny poetry