Wait, Wait, Don’t.

Do the flowers stretch upward in expectation of rain and sunlight?
Will a tree feel its leaves quake at the approach of a cool breeze?
Is there a throbbing at the core of an apple before it is plucked from the branch?
How much dread fills the grass before the gruesome execution of the mower?

No. Anticipation is a wholly human experience.
The quiver, the fire in the stomach, the goose pimples on pale shoulders.
A craving for music or information or comfort or fear is magnified through delay.

Jump off the edge of you and submerge yourself in cool waters
On this mirage-inducing day.


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