After the Last Appointment
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
The receptionist says,
That's everything for today,
and hands back my card.
Outside, buses keep arriving.
A man argues with a parking meter.
Someone drops an orange
and runs after it laughing.
I expected a trumpet,
or certainty,
or a clean new chapter.
Instead, I buy bread,
go home,
and leave room in the calendar
for whatever living asks.
59 words · 14 lines · Free Verse