Until the Colibrís

i can wait
you told me not to but
i can

i can sit so still
even the monkeys
forget about me and
fall asleep in
my trees

i can wait longer
than you
can hold your breath
until the clouds clear and
colibrís
come looking
for flowers

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Hablando Sola / Talking to Myself