Friday, April 15, 2016

#micropoetry "Waiting for Court" #lawyerslife

I waited for court in a florescent light soaked room with the stench of BO in the air. The odor of heartache thick in the dank, recycled air lingered like the memory of happier days. Desperate people leafed through aged magazines glimpsing people and places they will never see.

The man to my left wore scuffed black boots with a chain under the sole touching the back heel.

An immobile woman with a decaying back sat across the room from me.

Other than their collective suffering, the only thing these people have in common is they all ask, "Where's the water fountain?"

But their needs will never be quenched even if their thirst is.

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