Noveyre

Precognition and Precipitation

Clouds rolling smooth and slow 

to wherever it is that rain will fall 

ocean blue, adrift ice-floes 

gliding down to when they're small 

 

Wondering what tomorrow brings 

     wondering when the rain will sing 

        down the roof and through the shingles

               battering earth to the mud it mingles 

                      and vanishing to the verdure proper.  

 

But Uncertainty is the flower that grows, 

and Vague is the blossom that beseeches the road- 

side and lies so open to see 

but what length before it was completely unseen.

 

 

 

 



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