These waiting hours

By Anonymous

These arms wait for us

The cold wood in our minds

The clock

Telling its story

The story of 12 numbers

12 like the roundness of eggs

12 like the times the hummingbird beats

12 is the hours I wait

The paper birds in my hair

The vessel

A vessel for the paper

Paper in my mind

You have taken heart

My heart

And time goes by

You have taken my heart 

And there are birds in my hair

 

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