Waiting

The brilliant sun upon me.
2 butterflies fluttering pass.
Golden hair drifting in the wind.
My collar swepts.
Such is this afternoon among the living.
A yellow beaked minor came down to visit.
Reflection upon reflection on leaves.
The turning of windmills and the heat bearing down upon me.
A figure hiding in the shadows
Waiting and wanting relieve.

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