• No Loitering •

Work was slow, which was an inspiration for this poem. But the more I thought about it the more I thought maybe, just maybe, it means a little bit more…

Maybe it’s about life. Death. The DMV. A transplant list or a school field trip that can’t seem to come soon enough.

I don’t know if I’m loitering now or if I was for too long as a younger person…

But I wrote this haiku pretty fast.