weight
wait
the fire draws the day
wait
the dishwasher is on
snoring like the cat
her beside me waiting
wait
down the long avenues
deep inside of my mind
gathering the thought of a thought
into my fingers that are tapping
here on my iPad
wait
bloody typo sends me ricocheting
up the pin-ball machine of the past
laughter dried like blood
tears rimed with salt
wait
for kintsukuroi to set
tumbling the the counters
the golden treasury congeals
one can drink from the cup now
for dawn has broken
again
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