We’re counting down now.
Hour by hour.
Minute by minute.
Escape’s almost in our power.
poem- exasperation November 15, 2016
Your desperation
leads me to exasperation
How many times do I tell you?
How many times did I tell you?
How many times will I tell you?
Too many.
Once more.
If you do it when you’re asked
Begin when assigned the task
You will not be desperate
and I will not exasperate.
poem-elevator July 16, 2015
I wait for the elevator.
She waits for the elevator.
They wait for the elevator.
We wait for the elevator.
Wait
Wait
Wait
for the elevator.
Rap Rap Rap, cane on elevator door.
“We’re working on it!” come the call.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
for the elevator.
poem- grey November 2, 2013
Seven days
since you promised,
the grey cloak
over the hills
offers no warmth
for my wishful heart.
Shawn L. Bird 