Poems

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

I will bend and sway

delicately in the dayspring waves

like the susurration of aspens

until I break

this yoke of grief, myself,

or the soul of the songbird,

ignorant, diaphanous,

beautiful.

Always tomorrow.

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