No, Don't
       

—I told myself, going in.
Girlhood had prepared me well.
For years, boredom smoothed the pleats.
Eventually, bravery counts for a lot.
Eventually.
I'm waiting up for it—
lights strung from here to there.
Any time now could be different.
The willow blossoms from its secret.

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from Air, Light, Dust, Shadow, Distance
42 Miles Press
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