the patience needed to sew
i do not have. each pleat a
terror, when young i cross
stitched: little remains of it
the patience needed to grow
a city, one remembered: one
that invites people in: when
young i dreamt of running to
every major city there ever
was on tv: how i got caught
in the city of a saint of lost
souls i have yet to find why
the patience needed to float
away, as the shipped sails
over an ocean that holds so
many dead, and more waiting
by the shore. such storms
destroy: houses and lives
gone, the patience to rebuild
in each city there's a bridge
to cross: a life to visit: a stitch
