Waiting at IHOP

Waiting at IHOP

A Poem by Andrew Geary

She lost that light,
the only thing that shone
in Philipsburg, Montana. She’s been away
for fifteen years, still remembers them
begging her to stay, but she left
to make herself into something
great. Now, she isn’t
the star of any place, still waiting
tables until lunch is over.

Or maybe,
she never starved for anything
larger than a lifetime of wondering
about TV shows and of hoping
for a gentle moment--she waits
because she’s never thought
of anything more.

© 2013 Andrew Geary


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Added on September 22, 2013
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