Don't brush off my words
And cause my lips
To quiver
As the train is delayed
My bowing in anquish
Does not hurry the train
At all
The riddle of when
Is slowly unfurled
In time for us to make
The holiday banquet
All the hurry and confusion
Have stultified my brain
The presense of the master plan
Yet the riddle of time persists.

9-14-03
Laura R