AMERICAN LIFE IN POETRY: Where’s the bride?
Published 04/06/2009, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2004-2006
My father was the manager of a store in which chairs were strategically placed for those dutiful souls waiting and waiting, and waiting and waiting for shoppers. Such patience is the most exhausting work there is, or so it seems at the time. This poem by Joseph O. Legaspi perfectly captures one of those scenes.Word count: 273
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