Patient

Please don’t turn this page
No not yet
Please wait awhile
Just for a moment

Bear with me

Pretend to look me in the eye
Listen
To what I wish to say
Maybe elucidate

Tell me

Do you
Believe
That the little stuff
Is the pathway to the big stuff

That to say the insignificant words

Leads

To the beauty of the humming birds
If not
Do you call it happenstance
Instead of love or whatever

With this moment

Hold your lovers hand
Flash a slow smile
With happy eyes
Easy breath

Give your breath

Blow those
Old cobwebs away
Blow them to smithereens
Pleased to be

The ones in love

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