Posted in Poetry, Prose, Prose California

Her Patience

Not expecting her
to be any less different
than other women
I have known
she, with her patience
being stretched to its limit
a rubber band about to break

I covered my head
waiting for the sky to fall

Thus showing, how much

I respected,

and feared her….




Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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