the battered grape vines whisper softly:
“patience”
limp and ragged
they’ve
hung
on
last summer’s grapes picked and pecked
the blackbird’s belly
beckons for more:
“patience”
sunlight drips down the pickets
the blackbird perches high in the old maple
one eye, one persistent eye
then
another
summer’s upcoming feast
patience
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Delicious word choice. “Sunlight drips down the pickets”
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