Toast /Crete

Toast 

And just like that 

Loneliness melts 

Into tranquility 

Like sunshine butter 

A slab 

Melting 

Into toast. 

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Crete 

I'm bare shouldered in a sunshine garden 

sitting on the edge 

of an old stone fountain 

The kind which has moss growing 

In the crevices 

bare toes digging 

Into dusty red earth 

There are lots of trees 

the air smells like summer heavy pine 

And I'm waiting. 

I'm waiting and waiting and waiting for someone to come join me in the garden For you, I think 

I'm hoping the birds will startle 

And flock 

A cloud 

When you arrive 

But until then 

They'll sing 

And what a gentle place 

To wait.