THE WAIT

I’ve known the takes of winter — the last leaves;
The cold, brittle branches bare in the wind,
Creaking above the grounded yesterdays.
My bark sings to charm that residue within,
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THE WAITERS

They’re out there…waiting!
Some sense it more than some.
But, no surprise with waiting done,
As someday the news reports “I died.”
Oh, head crowned with laurels spun,
But no quarried stone on lonely sod
With cuts for passers-by to Continue reading →

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