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Ultrasound

I will wait for you as cicada wait

through winter, their August song

harbored in the last thunder clap

of the season. I will wait, as I wait

through any drought, for the lesson.

I will wait for you as the colloquy waits

on polyphony; wait for you as the bunting

waits on the berry. I will wait for you,

as I wait through all the hedgerows.

I will wait for the clearing.

I will wait as the tide pool waits. I will

wait as the upturned leaf before dawn.

The hangar for its zeppelin. The student

for her marks. I will wait. I will wait,

untying lace, for the double binding.

As I wait for the green grandeur of luna moth,

wings once apprehended then gone

out of sight, I will wait for you. I will

wait as your infant tongue will wait,

unacquainted, for the first taste of cherry.