Biding

Sitting on a parrot green branch in another park (still in the making) was preempted by a sleeping dog near it. The park is still making. The man who is building the park is biding.

I am back to the old  green one. A man sits on the neighbour bench making nostril noises. He is biding till his lungs are full with wind .

Biding time , your old poet says. The poem of today was his biding. The dog in the other park near the parrot green bench was biding . The man in the Municipality who is making the park is biding.

Biding is an organic thing.

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