Tuesday A Wait

Waiting for it to happen. Or something. Anything. As all the many under-attempts just flicker-on filling websites, phones, freeways, buildings, planes, bellys, brains, eyeballs, playing fields, beds, cups, bowls, boardrooms, backseats, frontseats, gardens, quiet conversation, loud conversation, discrete admissions, errors and secretions, bank checks and photo after photo after, and this radio, that TV, this window, and that city, waiting, stood under stars that don't.