Saturday, April 28, 2012

waiting

All day buzz-saws echoing off hills. Low-flying prop planes.
A day for warm window screens and loose cobwebs.
Things you didn't mean to say. Dreamy cat's eyes.
Cramped farmers market, strollers as big as cars, drivers just as blind.  Sweetest strawberries in the market, he said.  Did you mean what you said?  It was late. Very late.
Three petitions to sign, flower-specked greens to buy. Waiting to do. Walking in the sun, baby feet flexing in the spring light. Pelican stretching its wings in the murky, shallow end.  I'm with you there, bird. Wading (waiting) in the murky shallows.


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