by Stefanie Bennett

Try to turn that thought

The art
Of waiting for

The Rain-Tree
To flower -,

The front porch
Rocker to

Move of its own

And you -, God

Still in it -.

2 thoughts on “THE SEARCH

  1. The Waiter
    (A response poem)

    Bring me my drink
    Be quick about it
    Don’t bother me
    with your daily specials

    I know what I want
    It’s the only reason
    I trucked up here
    in the first place

    You will bring me
    clinking tiles of ice
    suspended in the bitter
    fullness of time
    a tea both sun-brewed
    and freshly lemoned

    set it on a paper coaster
    so clean and thoughtful
    God himself is tempted
    off his rocker to witness

    and then leave me alone
    with him to contemplate

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