#209 cadence, patience (gracious)

cadence another day like so many just before the last of night is burned away can the painter lead the band we’re surely off the rails patience i cannot match the pace of the dawn just before dark is split apart gracious is the lingering of night the last holdout the final breath the hidden door can the poet lose a hand we’re surely off the rails bhagiti 11.15.07 perrysburg, oh