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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.