I wait for good news,

a hawk swoops past.

I wait for good news,

the cactus grows old.

I wait at the window,

nothing rattles the glass.

I wait at the table,

this project sits idle.

A hawk swoops past,

nothing rattles the glass.

The cactus grows old,

this project sits idle.

I wait at the table,

I wait for good news.

The table sits idle,

Good news grows old.