Il Tempo
A Venetian house, surrounded by vines.
An Italian dock, created with pines.
A nearby cafe, a table for two,
I sat there alone, just waiting for you.
A Siamese cat, caring for her young.
A white pelican, preparing to lunge.
A nearby cafe, I knew it was true,
I wasted my time, just waiting for you.
A house on the street, its lights turning off.
A tired old mom, she began to cough.
A nearby cafe, she looked at me through.
I began to cry, just waiting for you.
A man sitting down, the sun said goodnight.
A chair made a sound, purely out of spite.
A nearby cafe, the man was done, too.
He fell in headfirst, just waiting for you.
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