Waiting for a Man To Face His Fear

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Waiting for a Man To Face His Fear

He’s just across the street.

the street lamps should pop

from the tension between us.

As I sit, I knit a scarf

of lavender patience,

with threads of trust

glimmering softly

in the faded bar light.

1st draft – 8/12/1998

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