Waiting Room
Her breathing split,
Banana underneath
Three scoops of cream.
The seconds I sat
Outside her room ran,
Melted custard.
The verse she left behind
On illustrated paper,
Finger charts for tone holes
Making instruments cool
Sing.
- 2/11/25
Awaiting Snow
The weighted metal cover Holding high the heavens Settles over And on us Uneasy. We are waiting on a birth. We're unaware and unsure If the tranquillized sky Is actually expecting. Cars in awe will smash And slide off highways. Venerating pipes will swell And bulge And burst. The guilty trees will be bowed down Confessing reverent And snap. And yet, we open arms and stare Beside ourselves And float up prayers for softest flakes And cloud carpets to drop upon The filthy earth. - 1/10/25
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