Words drip down into my consciousness
like candle wax on an oak table.
Two in the morning,
persistent like the steady drumming in
a summertime parade.
They celebrate an unknown destination
in the palms of a patient receiver.
Wait for me.
like candle wax on an oak table.
Two in the morning,
persistent like the steady drumming in
a summertime parade.
They celebrate an unknown destination
in the palms of a patient receiver.
Wait for me.
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