Tuesday, June 11, 2024

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evening falls
carrying upon it the barest chill & trace bird song
oh fleeting dusk! 
removes us from the coarse narrow existence of our day 
allow us to 
breathe
breathe
as the chill settles about the green-growing-things 
and the scarlet bruising of my knowing heart

wait for me ...
just beyond that curious twisted tree
as i am meant to hold that hand
& tender your worries 
slow your pace 
&
wait 
for me 

as i discovered the strength & ability to wait for you