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while you wait

Words left, again.

So keep reading poetry
in all the little crevices of the day
and breathe. Notice weather. Pet the dog.
Look up when strident birds insist.
Pay attention to faces, postures, see who laughs,
who is quiet, bent over algebra homework, smart phone, sketchpad.
Notice what people hold in their hands.
Oh, and breathe
We should all breathe
while I wait for a poem to arrive
And you wait for whatever it is you’re hoping…

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