i sat
i waited
(time left quite the stain):
—seconds—
turned this New York snow
into California rain;
minutes
squeezed the joy from countless hours;
hours
left at midnight
and disappeared for days;
roses lost their color
and rivers lost their way
and April flowers wouldn’t blossom
till they felt the love of May,
till they felt the love of May. . .
April flowers wouldn’t blossom
till they felt the love of May.
i sit
i smile
—new life comes from pain—
‘cause i’ve been waiting quite a while
for the sun to shine today.
