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The wait

How long will it be before nightfall
so you and I can gather
around fire’s boom
watching bottom lit flies
and listening to cold winds
tell their august tales.

I have watched the clouds pace
and they seem in no good hurry
Perhaps they know I wait
by the day’s chin
without much patience
—such unkind ploy.

 

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