I look through the window like a caged teller;
patience, please, for the engaged teller.
Tap, tap, tapping on the glass. Her hackles soar.
No wrath like it: an upstaged teller.
That never happened! The kid doesn’t know!
Ice cream? Ice cream… an assuaged teller….
Mild, planetary absence; she’s
stalled in space, a disengaged teller.
All those fortunes, palms, cards– or cash.
No nonsense– visit a waged teller.
Michele’s set steam lids on her anger. Belief:
a steady hiss protects an enraged teller.
MICHELE WAERING has an MLitt in Creative Writing from The University of Glasgow. Her poems have been published in From Glasgow to Saturn; A Thousand Cranes: Scottish Poets for Japan; From Quill to Quark; Envoi and The Ghazal Page. She lives in Renfrewshire, Scotland.