Impatience slips in beside me

Impatience slips in beside me, pressed close
As is if there could be no room between breaths to
Shift and get more space between us
Squabbles and minced words buzz and fly around my head
Like drunken bees in the late autumn sun
Why can they not lay down and rest
Listen to the breeze shaking itself through the leaves
Why can’t they be silent was the whisper of the butterfly’s wing
Instead they proudly rant on,
This is the way , only through this door can you see the truth
The answers in green toenail polish
I say.


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