I have these awful habits to unlearn (not yet)
You send solicitations that I spurn: not yet!
I am on the island of slow-burn treadmill worry
I will return I will return I will return not yet
The kind rowboats circle, shouting Strawberries!
Books! Dance parties! They peddle and churn. Not yet.
Backache, deadlines. Checklists shop-lists do-lists
Self self self. Can't you hear my stern "not yet"?
I am the island, we are locked we are closed.
Rowboats go away! Bridges, bridges, burn! // Not yet!
The sweet rebellion has not freed these shores.
When will I clasp and not just yearn? Not yet.
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