The Wait
Tomorrow's dream-like state
has not yet arrived
not yet met its demands;
could it be the frozen clouds
possesing a fall of rain?
And so I pitch here
under the blue of stars for now,
in the climate of lethargy
sinking my feet in a journey
that is stalled, inching a foot
toward hope.
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