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Poetry
Waiting
Why are you playing a game with my love for you?
Waving white ol’ daisies dancing
a slow dance in a gentle breeze.
A waltzing tree parade swaying.
Excitement a bubbling fountain,
waiting for you in my Sunday best.
The horizon, a hazy Spring palette.
White daisies, sun-smiling, brightly
winking white joy whisper your name.
While I wait for you.
A wedding ring kissing a red velvety cushion.
White daisies, wickedly weeping in the field.
Sparks of doubt flicker dance like fireflies,
‘she loves me, she loves me not,’ snowflakes
falling — waiting for you.
Wild, where-are-you-doubt seedlings simper,
growing in my mind as whispy clouds sky-sail.
Time stands tick-tock still, while the clock ticks.
Waiting for you. Where are you?
The tired sun retires with a spectacular sunset dance
painting the sky palette a pinkish-purple-orange hue.
Our pastor left long ago as the sun started its ritual bye.
Moonlight paints the…
