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peach scented vines

tenacity's milk

a bitter leeway

smarting under

an insignificant over pass

the rains will stop soon again

my strength wanes

to a traffic jam's crawl

I loathe this road

that forces my return

to all those masked routines

that I daily practice

but I must move

and so I do

so to grudgingly get through

these flittering passed me future days

they are only days

I keep saying this

over and over to myself

not much longer now

and I will be all mine

again

relief

kicks at the cracks in the cage of

shielded tolerance

second

by wounded passing second

I know this nemesis of mine

quite well

and this alone is what

woos me to keep silent.............

((Nov. 27, 1999)