wearisome? a turtle asked
I sat cold – still, blinking;
summer comes in all scents, he said
I tried to catch a baby frog,
ignoring Mr. Turtle,
we all know that turtles can be too sassy –
sometimes, with their slow ways.
Mr. Turtle, scuttled over; right next to me,
he sat silently for a moment then,
peered over, I pretended not to care
that he carried the weight of Heaven; on his back.
oh, I knew, I knew quite well,
he had something ancient to tell me –
why? I thought, why, would Mr. Turtle want to share with me?
continuing to slight him, with the daggers of my silence;
he sat intertwining Heaven and Earth,
poking holes in my frustrations –
Wisdom and Perseverance ringing off his belly.
finally, I looked over at Mr. Turtle;
and said, “What?” in an annoyed tone,
I felt he needed to know that I was not…
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