in Arthur's valley
trains for lullabies
not knowing that within a single
drawn-out
week
my valley would come to me
and four months later
"train wreck", she jumped -
"waiting to happen", spat
and yes my incessant need for busy
entertained the idea
but my body was quieter...
my Heart
- my actual, organ-flesh heart -
in its stillness
knew.
I'll be sitting here a while
and I'll become patient with love
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