My New Future
I want a new future
not a one day
someday
far away future
But a today
right here and now
reach out and touch with my hand future
A future that arrives
like the next in-taken breath
of cool air
Like the bulb that
sat under ground for the necessary time
sprouted
and set the bed
which now has only to unfold
Death has done
and will do
what death does
But my future
does not argue with death
My future opens its arms
and invites m
to dance
Carol Beasley © March 2008
1 comment:
Thanks for writing this.
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