Any minute now, I am going to fall more and more in love

With every encounter in my world. The stinkbug on the ceiling,

The mouse in the ceiling joist, the linden that died over the winter.

Any minute now, the spring that will never arrive will be my friend

And the dream of the angel with the flaming sword who keeps

Me from returning home. Any minute now, I will stop writing

letters to the governor and telling him where he has failed

to meet his obligations and I will sit gladly under the rain fly

of everything I don’t understand. Any minute now I assure you

everything in my world and yours will be regarded as sacrament.

The locked door, the open window, you there in bed still sleeping.

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