by Jennifer Dunlop
Ontario, Canada

you wait; a woman clothed in stone
hands settled gently on knees
a body comfortable with itself
a form immobile

your thoughtful gaze has been obscured
by those who wish to diminish its fearlessness
they listen to anger and ignorance
listen, these trivial things will not faze you

you wait for time to unveil an uncluttered landscape
you expect the day when you will revel in its beauty
beauty that mirrors your own
perfect imperfections

you wait calmly
though trees rise above you
though time changes around you
your spirit remains unmoved



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