Waiting

[tectak]

The days are long

But then

time

slips between two pale sheets and

nothing seems to bud. A sigh

tumbles out like a lazy butterfly.

Rainy days have drawn themselves around me

like wet stockings.

And I wait,

as if counting down the days

with chalk

on a cement wall.

This may be one of my new favorite poems!

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The days are long

But then

time

slips between two pale sheets and

nothing seems to bud. A sigh

tumbles out like a lazy butterfly.

Rainy days have drawn themselves around me

like wet stockings.

And I wait,

as if counting down the days

with chalk

on a cement wall.

This may be one of my new favorite poems!

This is not valid critique but worryingly it may be the best you can do. PROVE ME WRONG.
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