Once it does,
the rising sun buries waiting
and in a deft flipping of
chart
wrecks and reinvents color
and line
dresses detail and depth into
silhouette
one peep and you can wait no
more
not for rising sun
and yet there’s waiting
unforbidden
the sun says so
every morning
to coffee-in-hand people
sitting in waiting land.
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