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Death Waits 

Perched in a fir tree
Above the cemetery
Longing for sunshine.

I am also waiting
For a break in the clouds,
So I can finish my jog
And take a hot bath.

Sitting patiently
Beneath the Cascara
Next to the graves,
Out of the rain,

My heart slows quickly
As I look to the treetops
And follow the duff
Down to the soil.

I lose track of time,
Wondering if the storm
Will ever let up,
So I can go home.

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