THE BIRD

The bird waits.

Sitting on its perch.

Eyes to the wind.

What is he waiting for?

Will he know when he sees it?

Wait.

His wings are spreading out.

About to take flight.

He lets out a screech.

He’s looking…

He’s looking at me.

Time to go.

IT WAITS

It waits.

Currents of ice.

Splashes of salt.

Thrashes of rock.

The water waits.

Swirling.

Circling.

Endless.

The water waits for me.

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THE STATUE

The statue waits.

Frozen in its tears.

Standing in the cold.

Weathering all storms.

Will someone come for it?

Will it be saved?

Questions not to be answered.

Only to be thought by the dead.

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IT WAITS

It waits.

It waits for me.

Can I do it?

Will I do it?

Should I jump?

Will I jump?

The salt air.

The strong waves.

The wet breeze.

It calls to me.

My siren calls.

Goodbye to all.

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