Harbinger Waves
He brings a companion
imagined.
Shouts this clear:
"The day is yours."
The Harbinger waves
Smiles
What do the faux prophets say?
Whispering.
We were talking.
Days were aging
and settling;
birds resting.
We were at rest.
Copyright © Kirin Lawrence | Year Posted 2013
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