1/30/11

Outside the fitting room of some department store,
Beneath florescent skies, I bide my time and sit,
With listless eyes, I stretch my legs and pace the floor,
And pray inside you'll find the rare, elusive, fit.

Although it tries my patience as I'm waiting here,
The moment that you re-emerge  and smile is worth, 
Far more than every occupation I hold dear,
And any time I have to spend upon this earth.