please be kind and wait
the bus is only slightly late,

catch your self as it timely calls
for thoughts do fly off far and wide;

allow your always drifting soul
to embrace its returning sun

your pen is my oracular divining
rod, for this parched throat

and in your breath an
impassioned plea escapes

in your sighs, release all
of life's dormant pleasantries.*




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