I can walk in the rain
and distill the pain
I can face the fierce breeze
and get a fresh lease
I can think of spring
as if it were the only thing
I can feel your presence
in a lonely sentence
I can wait for decades
and think like a moment, it fades
I can be ailing in my bed
and still not fear I’ll be dead
I can potter in the kitchen of age
but youth be my study’s page
Patience is no forbidden apple
Your sustaining manna being my staple
I can carve the meat of life
like a selfless devoted wife
This road may have no solutions then
but it takes away every problem
so lovely Monte – your poems give so much hope
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