Oracle

The heron is the color
of a November morning.
Fog wets the river rocks.
Fossils faintly echo
a grey past.
I shall take one stone
home,
to look
through its waterworn hole
and perhaps
see
the future.
11/4/2017
For contest: Two Word Challenge
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Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2017
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