I Don’t Like to Keep You Waiting

Cold summer,
blow the winds from north blow warm,
rustle up a drying leaf or two,
let the embroidered curtains unwind –
my lover is in wait.

Cold summer,
let the flies buzz
and the birds chirp,
let the musicians tune their instruments –
my lover is in wait.

Cold summer,
let the spade fall
and dig up the dry soil-
two feet deep and seven feet long;
let me lie down and be gone –

my lover is in wait.

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