Writing in the Shallows

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When words feel less than adequate they stall

and quake as they try to express meaning,

like angel-wing begonias weak and

faded for lack of sun and nutrients.

Unable to flower, they drop their wings 

one by one, hoping to draw relief

from beings like me who breathe next to them,

and sometimes remember to love and serve.

Loving service seems lost in the shallows

of partnership these days, but the lapse is

temporary. Who will turn to whom first?  

Who will succumb to longing and to thirst?

Rather, why stall and fade and worry?  Why wait?

When you know living together is fate?

   

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