midnight whims
forever rushed

have you let go
without us  
without
noticing
us?

the stillness
of nights

above evergreens
atop a cranberry bush
a cedar or pine
broken apart
in an eternal stream
of consciousness

how
green
how eternal
she was

when she comes back
-- she will come again hold us
with such dry air
are we able to
wait?

when she comes
it will be
an undivided winged victory




will the air, however pure
be able to hold
the wait
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midnight whims
forever rushed

have let you go
by us
without
noticing
still
nights

above the trees
atop a cranberry bush
broken apart
an eternal stream
of consciousness

how ever
green
eternal
she was

when she comes by
-- she will come again
will the air, however pure
be able to hold
the wait