the old nuns in the picture
across the room reading
not psalms but today’s news
how can I be both the one
who says I’ve had enough
go on without me and the one
who can’t wait to move on
I will to waver and to waste
I admit to dawdling with space
listening for a resonance a tone
that comes and goes but
must be there as thought
of what here densifies
and darkens and must
at last collapse in upon itself
as we must eat the earth
and by the earth be eaten
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