George Winston Canon in C

exit

in the waiting line,
i

merge thoughts (of you)
together

with memories

(and futons)

like dresses
swaying

on (the line).
the

mannequins
swirl and flood

the floor, with
time

and money    in their pockets,
and i

shine. needlessly.
no

one can see me. (and)
the line

keeps moving...