Cholla

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

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

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

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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

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I am cholla
We are friends