The Unsupervised Stop Sign
I've been standing here for four hours.
My feet feel wobbly.
My throat is dry, like hot carpet.
I've been looking at the same horizon
Making things up in my mind
Of what I actually see.
And I'm still holding this thing!
After the first few hours it felt fine.
Three hours later it's like a boat's anchor!
I'm so ready for the next person to tap me out.
I think he's late.
This is excruciating.
Oh, here he is,
A blurry water painting coming towards me in the horizon.
God I hope this is real.
This STOP sign is killing me.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2023
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