Nobody Understands Tommorrow
NOBODY UNDERSTANDS
TOMORROW
Nobody understands tomorrow. We can’t even get thru today. We say goodnight too often. Yes, words get in the way. The fair is not a ticket-the crickets sound so clean. Yet, with a mist the morning speaks of something “in between”. We say it’s sunny or rainy. Yet world’s just turn on cue. The clue is in listen softly for tomorrow says “It’s something new!”.
ALEX NELSON
OHIO
2018
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