Maybe Tomorrow
my cup of honesty tipped over into the spillway
I watched her get sucked under the rocks
there was nowhere to turn
no savior was coming
I had to release my preconceived ideals
maybe tomorrow I told my mind
a tiny leaf floated past me
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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