Octagon Free Art Publications
poetry by Matthew Jablonski
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Stood Up
In the cloud filled afternoon,
it feels as if the day never arrived,
as if I'd scheduled a meeting
only to be left sitting
at a table by the window
checking my watch in the half light,
spinning the ice around
my half empty glass.
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