Tagged: wait

in the age of the

in the age of the
pandemic, we worry our
worry stones until

they hum – a bumblebee too, too
still, a phone call that never comes
.
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i am downloading

i am downloading
the manual to being
okay – t-minus

forty-seven seconds to
seeing the silver lining
.
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we have arrived on

we have arrived on
another first of april
like thirty-seven

rose-colored azalea buds
waiting for a chance to bloom
.
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maybe we are in

maybe we are in
competition and we don’t
know it, just missing

each other in the bamboo
grove, from winter into spring
.
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there is never as

there is never as
much certainty for the future
than at the turn of

the new year, when we know that
this too shall pass, then we wait
.
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time makes everyone

nine months and counting,

nine months and counting,
we wait to be reborn into
some semblance of a

post-pandemic world – the end
is clearly not at all in sight
.
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here is another

here is another
occasion to build a gated
community – we

stand on tiptoes, crowding to
get in, look over, peek through
.
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here is another

here is another
anniversary – three out of
four has passed through the

gate, we sit at the edge and wait
for our final companion
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: anniversary

mom’s camellias

mom’s camellias
await her return, a sudden
burst of breathless buds
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: breathless