Patience

It was I who escaped
while you waited,
craving

and reaching at bits
of nothing,
my offerings,

as I went about my
very important
business,

but today
on our backs – three
indentations

on a trampoline –
the air is still tender
with late summer

to gift us
this ripening sweetness
of the hours.

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