private eyes

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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