by Joseph J. Patchen
There is no happiness only the random fleeting instance of elation. The only question is whether it’s worth the wait in between.
Time passes with an assured indifference; mostly that indifference mirrors disdain. It only rises to indifference in those moments when others deem my existence useful.
The platform is cold.
Ironically I can feel.
I’m comfortable as a stiff wind bites the tip of my nose.
The 9:15 will be followed by the 9:48, then the 10:23.
I can do this.
If I don’t ‘catch’ the first it will be worth the wait for the other.
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