sitting beside wooden fish
out of water in the desert
my feet burn the walk too long
they all say be patient
the rain will arrive
feel like Noah waiting for the flood
days pass and the sky will tease
as if I were a cat can’t catch the string
someone is pulling quickly
along the floor successfully executed
nearly everyone every night
reorganize the music selection
every day I pour water into the earth…
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