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WAITING FOR YOU

The rain has come. 
You are at the bottom of the well, love.
You have lost the stars.
You cannot hear me singing.

I will wait here, with a bowl of oranges,
and something sweet to call you,
a name so soft and warm and thrilled
with possibility — to wrap around you
when you rise streaming.

And you will.
You will.