Queuing
for Telephone Laughter
Infixed
in this slug train of human forms
Like
a mile of ants endlessly paraded
In
the hopeless hope of reaching
The
service window pane
A
fortnight of enduring stationary queues
This
suffocating procession of
Dejected
Disheartened
Depressed
Service
seekers
Fixed
and thrust, breasts to backs
Turning
in a cushioned arm chair,
His
gullet greedily downing water from the
water bottle,
A
posh pen playfully patting his fat baby face
His
short big fingers rubbing his knees
The
service provider cackling for hours on
A
handset swam in bubbles of laughter.
We
too in imitation
Joined
his telephone joy
Chorusing
a full volume
Chuckles
Cackles
Ecstatic
laughters
And
the amusement
With
our cell phones clumped on our ears.
Instantly
noticing our mocking reflection
The
fat over weight server bolted the shutter
Waved
us off; resumed his water- bottle-
Telephone
merry and
The
chair-wheeling gymnastics.
Rurekyera Geofrey
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