On seeing my dear Sage tonight, I had the chance to reflect on love -- patient love, which must prepare its endurance. Inspired as I am by her presence, it followed naturally.
Patience
I want to capture you in things,
store up the memory of you
like a squirrel hiding nuts
in the ground, soon to freeze.
I want to catch your fur
in the inner-heart red of the poppies,
with their petals soft to brush
against my skin as I run by.
I want to store your laugh
in the song of birds
we'd watch -- the distant
chirp that fades into song.
I want to gorge the air
with the sweetness of your smile,
the defrosting tenderness
of pollen-scented spring, flowers opening, and --
I want, always, like a stone
that catches the sun and radiates
that heat into the cool night,
To keep your love inside my heart.
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