the grey is back
i'd missed it so
brazen blue lacks
subtlety
frankly
i couldn't hear myself think
through all that sunshine
and it's clearing up now
unlike the sky
unlike the branches
still cluttered with summer's tired leavings
and the birds screeching apocalypse
making to leave
but not yet
which is what i'm doing
counting days on a dollar store
white board
hoping not to lose
too much more
to waiting
i do not think of myself as a patient man
but when i think of what my life has been thus far
it becomes clear to me that
it has been the only skill i have developed
to near perfection.
and i think it is time
patience and i
we had a little break
