Prescription

time is a prescription
so I will wait.

I will be the tree
inhaling and swaying,
breathing out
and praying

I will remain.

until your
hands have
become
like the river
strong enough
to
smooth
the stones

until you are
my time, my
numbing agent,
until you are

I will remain.

I will be a breeze
patient,
sleepless, and eager.

I will wait.
I will remain.

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