Something to look forward to
the horizon
Does it make you want to move
Anticipation of another
coming
from somewhere out of nowhere
in the distance
dancing toward tomorrow
for a minute in time
It may linger for forever
longing for another
such moment for lingering later
No bad news
even from a pretty mouth
is needed to invoke
the charge for distance
on a horse
to get there quicker
Waiting has its own
measure of perfection
Que sera
sera
within the excellent chaos
always lingering.
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