waiting on
another shipment
his thoughts
packaged nicely
guessing not as
messy
as when he gets
the scribbles
or whatever he
chooses
to call it now
waiting as the
tide
still rises no
ebb
can change his
mind
he is moving
out of the
water’s murky grip
and onto dry
land
an island with
a beautiful mind
have to be
patient
can’t create
the moment
it will arrive
at the right time…
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