standing by the lake.
hands
folded.
pensive. quiet
as she stares out across
the calm
blue water.
what are you doing?
i ask her.
i'm waiting, she says.
for what?
for my ship
to come in, let's
call it love.
i nod and move the grey
hair
from her face.
i get her
a chair.
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