Where's Waldo

I have found Waldo.

He as lurking between a gaggle of warty closet-monsters

And a flashing ad showcasing Armageddon

In Grand Central Station.

 

He looked quite distressed with

His red and white striped long-sleeve rumpled and

Black thick-rimmed glasses askew on his nose,

And I must admit to my surprise at finding him because

I wasn’t searching in the first place.

 

Rather, I was drinking a lukewarm chai tea latte and

Waiting for someone who might not even show�"

My father who ran away with his secretary

When I was fourteen.

 

And low and behold, as I’m turning to leave,

I catch a glimpse of Waldo waiving

At me from the corner of my eye.

I kept walking.

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A delightfully daring and sartorial piece that gathers pace and keeps the reader guessing, well done, good read.