Waiting
Waiting for the moment
that the curtain drops,
that the pin drops,
and the clock stops.
The moment that the timer rings,
that the fat lady sings,
as the trap springs.
The moment that the credits roll,
and the bell tolls,
as you fall down the rabbit hole.
Waiting for the turn of the stoplight,
to step into your spotlight,
a limbo dance between ending
and ascending.
Hesitating,
procrastinating,
courage abating
as you resign yourself
to continue,
waiting.
By Fudge Cooper
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