“Could You Not Wait?”

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  • Olive trees are not much good for leaning against. Too knobby. I kick away a few stones and sit down on the ground, knees braced in my arms. The other two stand for a while, eyeing the one who has gone off alone. “Might as well sit down,” I say. They don’t answer. Long day. Tired. I look up through the trees. Ragged clouds, thin moon. . .