What comes of waiting
First passion aged
the taste complex. Love too
became a vintner’s drink
the bitter blissful buzz
The volunteer. The drafted men
who left and leave by choice or need
Dug trenches into graves. Their women
sowed forgotten seed
Water’s languid kiss, the rock’s demise
Flames for heat slow burned to ash
Invited guest, the late trespass stay and stay
The hole is filled. The ground left soft
as breath had been
We found them here. What comes of waiting
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Gorgeous, Angie….
Thank you, Barbara!