There I am,
The first light pole,
Waiting for my ride.
I wave to a few,
And receive consolation
For a life struggle.
There I am,
The second light pole,
Under the shade of a green canopy of leaves.
I receive a greeting of consolation
By a friendly whack of a paper bulletin
Ruffled up into a conic shape.
There I am,
On a rock,
And my ride is here.
Thought of this write while literally waiting to be picked up from church today. Enjoy! Also the setting is a parking lot where I thought of this idea as well lol :P
