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In Wait

In Wait

patience is

a pet

that lies in wait

for hours

they go to sleep

for years

with two door knobs

in their ears

and even when

at last

they hear the music

play

and cue the dance

of tap

they wait in line

behind

the bags of produce

product

books and ballet

they are but

the remainder

of the day

the last light

of dawn

they scrounge around

for the love

that’s left

devouring the crumbs

they eat their meals

as if they’ve never tasted food

and out the door

they run

as if the trees had never stood

trembling

they lift their nose

to the bird

and press it down

to the bug

they sniff the green off the grass

the dust off the dirt

the bark off the limb

they pause

with one paw up

and take it in

as if it is

their very being

TL

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