Waiting.

Waiting,

waiting,

waiting,

with choice

on either shoulder;

head

like a boiled egg.

It's been a long-ish day:

clouds go astray,

Sun pours down

its

warm

little babies.

Hours left.

A film?

Music?

More words?

Choice.

Waiting.

Choosing to wait.

Waiting for choice.

Something's happening.

No, it's not.

Something's coming -

or has it been forgot?

Eyes wandering.

Jeans are hot.

Am I done with loving?

No, I'm not.