Cholla

I cannot wait
for an answer
Across electronic mystery
Sweet moments arrive
Wait, wait

Words form
I don’t like waiting
Your words romance, cajole, teach
I don’t like to be taught
Wait

I like my friends
Wary of lovely writers
They are colleagues
Acquaintances
Wait

You are like dawn
Soft sun across the wash
Pink in the cholla circles
who gather with their kind
Insist on domain
Guard with barbed vigilance
Wait

I am cholla
We are friends

© 2018  Jay Cravath

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