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Waiting

All this time,
you were waiting,
�
sitting on a chair
in the middle of the city jungle,
�
a chair in the air
in the middle of Thompson Park
�
among trees and vines
made of homeless hands.
�
All this time, waiting
on a chair suspended
�
in the middle of nowhere,
in the middle of the hot summer,
�
the middle of a poppy field in the middle
of a red poppy,

your heart,
waiting.