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Being present with anticipation,
sitting still between paradox and irony,
she could feel it; expectation
like the first Monday of summer vacation.
And down the long, dry road,
rumors of the Carnival that would come.

Within movements of the clock
and the sundial’s triangular shade
are sub-beats, counterpoint of heartdrums,
that measure “until” with little patience.
The waiting rumbles in her body
as her skin tries to hold its own wild reaching.

How can life so widely stretch,
molasses strapped, to take so long?
When will these days give over
to a star-capped night under the Big Top
where feats of strength and daring are rewarded
with the taste of pink spun sugar on awed lips.

Not now. Now time still plods, leaning.
She rolls yearning around her tongue
and wills the hours to keep their stately pace
lest they break form and rush through
vital moments so long sought, so desired.
In this, she learns the value of slowness.

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