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White Waits
Rather than put myself in the sky which is so complete with blue and clouds, I make a space in a line of people climbing a trail in the mountains. All night I work on my thinking and waiting until at dawn I see the iron clouds shift sunlight and listen to the years changing my life with a laugh. I say thank you to all the influences that a plant like me goes on growing fearless as a daisy. I need no robes, I wear baggy underpants in the morning. By afternoon I am transformed by the light from my beard. Some girls think I'm cute. At first I'm shy but soon I take my wooden chair among a bench of kids from Waltham. At night I fall in love with the first person to stop his car. Because I am a well of love for my lady. The drone of stars slowly changing places in the sky. When I fall asleep by the river it is like I'm dead. There it is. I use my coat for a pillow and lay my head at the root of a tree. Shade my eyes from the sun. White waits.
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