Yang Chu's Poems 503
Spoken words, friendly spoken, wasted words
Now wait
In airport waiting rooms.
Drink white port from brown bags.
These words from quotidian conversations
Wait on bench in airports.
At five o'clock in the afternoon
There are now
Six words
Waiting,
Six words
In search of a speaker
So the words
Will be spoken again.
Duane Locke
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