Waiting
What had seemed
a mere mention
of itself in passing
became the gospel
according to John.
Tulips yawned and
cracked open like
walnuts. Time's
cup overflowed,
not with joy, but
with even more
waiting. Inertia
seemed content in the
chair it was sitting in.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
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