Waiting for My Ride
©2015, Olan L. Smith
A wasp landed on my hand
as I sat outdoors waiting
for my ride. I am certain it
sensed my diabetic sweet
smelling sweat, as I sat
in the sunshine that shone
from the southwest.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
