These things take time
like the desert spiny lizard
now dessicated and dried
run over, flattened and tough as leather
too slow for the speed limit
of twenty five, found on my way
to check the mail, I mourned a little
always waiting for unpredictable things
to arrive, these things take time
like the rusting of street signs
the perfectly smooth stones
tumbled and refined
or today noticing the hole
in the sole of my shoe
that’s now worn through
there were ten days
of blaring hot sun, we melted some
but today, yes today
the clouds did come.