Patience

*Steinberg*

Don’t
We
Know
By
Now,
The
Daily
Dailies
Steal
Our
Strength,
The
Day
Gone
In
A
Sigh,
The
Nights
A
Wink.
Ideas
Fold
Over
In
Complex
Layers
Like
Butter
In
Pastry
And
Are
Eaten
By
Time,
Every
Plot
And
Rhyme
Tucked
Silently
Away,
Saved
In
Fragments
For
Another
Day.