Who Waits Longest Knocks Most Silently
P Patti Masterman
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If you and I inside made love, we of the soft-hewn
never before heard, where the sky takes root,
wing-rolling the doors of the cypress open
our other hands busy tapping panes, where magic lives.
And in time, to make your lasting dreams
the lifetimes of which, and each has a certain name;
tho was the silent vine, who stayed his words the best-
but who waits longest, knocks most silently
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