Until It Arrives

Scrambling for the next word
until it arrives.

Today and its children
the tea and its leaves.

Will the poem be hit
by my grill or windshield?

When you are hurt
yield to doing nothing.

In general or specifically
fact dances with truth.

I gave you my choices
survived intact.

Lost the best option
thrived in spite of it.

Flowers are weeds
to growers of grains.

Today and its children
the tea and its leaves.

Weaving the following
verse, pen in hand
until it arrives.

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