halos in keen unending

I hold my tea cup

a thin thread of patience left

I’m sick of waiting

 

between time and space

there is an alternative

it is you and me

 

a couple of shoes

align and wait to be worn

I am barefooted

 

the grass I walk on

is morning-cold and wet still

I need to warm up

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