It took the whole day yesterday to change — one word.
What patience they both had! — and not a shred of jealousy.
You first — It’s not my turn — Are you sure?
I held the door — the train — left — the station.
How lonely the platform! — the night — concurred.
February 4, 2020
Wealth
n.
so little
there’s nothing left
that wasn’t here
before
Recently Banned Literature, May 5, 2011
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces, Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Definitions, Diaries, Journals, Loneliness, Patience, Poems, Poetry, Trains, Wealth, Words
William Michaelian 