Saturday, September 08, 2007

Ex Parte

Sitting, far from still
In the hall, waiting,
Waiting for word
From the court
Would my emergency relief
Be granted today, while I wait
While the client waits
With me, to hear.
Small talk, deep talk,
Of the case, of life
Of fiat, of fees,
Of the parking meter,
The need for another cigarette,
Something to do, to fill
The beating of the clock.
Would our facts be enough
To change the orders,
To protect them?
Waiting, not knowing,
Even assented, because
It is the Master’s,
The Judge’s call. Ex parte.


September 7, 2007 20:36



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