#115
The anticipation has started
and expectation might be
getting the best of me.
i can only hope.
i can only wait.
#116
Stop.
Shut up. Sit down.
Breathe.
You can afford five minutes.
Breathe in deep. That mountain air,
rolled off the lake,
appreciate.
Five minutes, by the water.
Under the Sun. Five Minutes.
#117
i stumbled when he said
“Not now, never were.”
feeling as if i had some how
let both myself, and some unseen,
unknown population down
by no longer being edge,
as if i’d abandoned, and succumbed,
which, in some respects, i suppose,
i had, and he was right. But
observing him amongst his gang
made his statements sound
like wretched bleats, and i remained
proud. Of myself, of my choices,
my individuality as i tipped him,
for the fresh cut.
#118
Oh yes! It’s another sign,
a sign on a sign,
oh the glory!
My decisions have been
mined. For Heavens! i was
worried, my choses might
solely be mine. How Foolish!
To take serious, to seek
further design.
#119
Do you speak English?
i hope you do, not because
i need it, not because i
expect it- i don’t.
In truth, i expect
more of myself,
truly, i try, with Spanish,
with French, with little
niceties, little turns of phrase.
While my efforts are there,
the words are not, and of
course these languages elude
you too.
Do you speak English?
i can only hope, hope to
engage with more than
my smile, hope to learn
from your life and thoughts
amongst our shared time.
Do you speak English?
i hope, i hope.
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-Mr. Write