Monday, December 2, 2013


Waiting for January, or for summer.

Waiting for the ax to fall
although I'm not at all certain what ax or why.
It just feels like something's coming
possibly in January
or before the grape leaves fall.
Long after (maybe) my lemons ripen.

The world holds its breath in that moment
when my fate (who cares about the world)
could go either way.

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