like an adoring groom waiting for his lover to arrive
she promises to come but only on the appointed day, at
the appointed hour
the grains of sand move slowly in the glass
Helios appears chained in the east, his transit a snail’s
pace
Friday night at sundown the queen arrives
each Saturday, at sunset, she leaves and the longing begins
anew
each passing day is filled with hard hands and sweat
stained clothes
sunrise to sunset the substance of toil never ending
but in mindfulness
of her, relief comes marking off the days
until she returns again
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