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Cultivating Patience
by Lacy D PhillipsTrees speak in easily-ignored whispers,
their murmerings loosed by barely a breeze
that drives cartwheeling oak leaves
over infrequented city streets.
I am driven from desire by disease,
prepared for a thousand simplistic exigencies
except perhaps love in its unadultered state.
And for that, I am prepared to wait.
10/31/2006 Posted on 10/31/2006
Copyright © 2025 Lacy D Phillips
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shirin Swift on 11/03/06 at 02:54 PM has the sense of wind picking up and moving things and thoughts randomly and irrevocably along the streets, ever so patiently |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/04/06 at 12:28 PM A poignant lament! Powerful line: "I am driven from desire by disease". |
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