for the hail to apologize
for breaking your windows
for wetting your clothes
for not keeping dry, your most intimate garments
for storms don't apologize
for ruining what falls in their tracks
for all is waste to a storm, all carried along the way
don't wait
for those who left to return
for had they willed a return, departure would have not been a way
for the moment that marks the inauguration
for beginnings
for they don't come presenting themselves
for your eloquence
for your considerable desires
don't wait
for the sun to shine
for it has its own mood
for it functions regardless of your needs
for it breathes and lives
for those who will it life
don't wait
for a call
for lines are expensive
for words are cheap
for those who have mastered them like second skin
don't wait
for old lies to get straightened
for water doesn't run the same current twice
for it obstructs nothing
for your early sleep or your longing nights
for an end, or a begging begining,
don't wait
for you know better how these games end.
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