Readiness
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Daniel Brick
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The grape vine gets thirsty
waiting for the drinker.
Too full of itself
it longs to be empty.
Impatient for the listener
the flute slips from its case
ready to drop into place
and begin its sweet song.
The poems hide in plain view.
Dark in a bright world
they hope to see farther
than the clearest lens.
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