RoseAnn V. Shawiak - Waiting In Revlon's Waiting Area

In the lap of luxury, sitting in the lobby at Revlon,
waiting for a friend to come back.

Looking around seeing there are square tubes hanging
from the ceiling, fulfilling requirements for lights.

Pink and maroon carpet lying over cold marble with
planters, couches and chairs set carefully upon it.

People walking back and forth, stopping to talk to
the lady at a switchboard behind the desk.

Carefully, eyes scrutinizing every passer-by, allowing
a smile only when recognized.

Enjoying this time to sit and write at a table they have
by the window, thoughts piling up, waiting their turn to
be put down on paper.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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