wait not

Wrinkled scarred palm

Holding Scrabble squares

That spell “wait not.”

I sure understand

The message is so loud

In its calm manner of delivery,

And yet I don’t listen.

I watch stars in her loose hair

Falling down

Figures in her tattooed hands

Come alive,

They seem to care

To shake hands with me,

And yet they are of life

So far away from me,

In the world where I can never tread

Unless in sleep.

I dream as I walk,

Perhaps still waiting for the right

Moment? Person? Word?

Perhaps I care too much

To think what will be and how,

And on what terms,

And how much work is to be put forth.

I must be lazy.

Or maybe I’m afraid of something.

I wait, as I watch

The wind bringing yellow leaves again.

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