Epic Poem: Part Eleven

She is sitting.

There is a palm tree sitting
in a yard,
holding the ground closer
than it was ever able to
previously.
There is a house
sitting down
resigned to keeping her company.
This is more than taking a break;
it cannot drag itself any longer.

Maybe there is an inch of hope
somewhere inside this torn-up road
but which stone do you suggest overturning first?
Which section of asphalt looks the most promising?
Where will she find anything?
Is there some frame she should stand atop
to make the view into a scene
other than the current swatch
of empty






Can you die of impatience?

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