waiting for a turn
A worker chalks a line
across the pavement,
measuring where the new
conduit will run.
He doesn’t speak of purpose;
the gesture is enough—
a quiet geometry that keeps
the district breathing.
Nearby, the library’s back door
is propped open.
Inside, volunteers sort
the taped‑up boxes
of donated recordings:
voices from meetings, vigils,
street festivals that ended
before I was born.
Someone has written
dates on the lids,
not as verdicts,
but as coordinates for
whoever comes next.
The room feels like a place
where the future leans in to listen,
waiting for its turn
to continue the work.
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good write my friend, much enjoyed
Thanks Norman, much appreciated 🙏🕊️
most welcome
This is clever.It builds the suspense like a Alfred Hitcock Movie.The finally is an amazing metaphor. Very enjoyable
Glad it worked out ! Thanks amigo 🙏🏻🕊️
Are we all just recordings in time to be boxed when the time comes, stored away for someone at a later time to listen to or maybe throw away? Well written Cryptic and thought provoking
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