as I sit outside
and eat my sad girl lunch
the one I always joke about
a piece of cheese
and a few olives
I wait for something to change
but I'm afraid nothing will
unless I gather enough courage
to be the change
to act instead of not
my tea gets cold
the rose drops its petals
the plums will slowly ripen
still I sit
and add more olives to the grocery list
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