Maximums
The sign posted on the wall
stated the maximum room capacity
at one-hundred-eleven people.
It did not matter if the room
held a sumo wrestling convention,
or a little people gathering,
all that mattered was one size fit all.
There weren’t any plans to use the room for a
meeting, waiting for those attending to become bored.
No, the event of the day, a blood drive,
where the maximum number of appointments was set at twenty-nine,
nowhere near matching the maximum number for the room,
but there was still hope in reaching a more important capacity,
that of a completely filled schedule, the only goal that mattered.
Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE. He has had poems published in Fine Lines, Cholla Needles, Tipton Poetry Journal, and several other publications. He is the author of On the Corner of Walk and Don’t Walk, The Blood Drives: One Pint Down, and Conquer the Mountains, and Family Portraits.
See more of his work in 11.2