Tonight a client does not show.
I write this in the time
He left open:
Clock ticking
People leaving Zumba in the basement.
I think on the life of today
Pray for tomorrow.
I open my journal
Fill two pages
With open time.
I prepare for the next client
To appear.
Yesterday I waited
To leave the clinic.
All the doors were locked.
The last remaining key
Was in someone*s pocket.
That someone
Was in a meeting.
I checked every door.
Each was locked.
I called my daughter,
Settled down,
Settled in.
I waited for the key,
Thought on the day,
Prayed for tomorrow
Time left open
Until it was time
To leave.
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