Unearthing
here I am, gathering dust
expectant
of the unknown to unearth,
I am merely a fragment,
shrapnel in a landscape,
silently
studying ways to disappear,
can I escape?
maybe leave quietly, like
a stepping stone that slips free,
the sudden start of "now"
instantaneously alerts me,
she is expectant,
with so many reasons
to bare witness,
maybe for now I'll have to wait,
maybe now I must go
it’s clear
it’s not her time to show
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