trust issues #8

a window could hold
so much more than just
loud rain drops from the west

a young lady is soaked
and she hugs a tree trunk
still soaked more

she rests her head against
the trunk and closes her eyes
and smiles

i do not know who
or what
she waits for

in any case i am inside
and she is in the outside
these things happen

a robin beside pulls up
mealy worms and
seems content

robins wait for nothing
beside what the ground
will provide in a moment

a hand in the small of my back
“c’mon–i’ve been waiting”
but i never have been

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