Hope — or the appearance
of cloudy dreams lifting me
above
gray skies
underfoot — can be heard on the horizon
itself,
disrupted by frenetic thunder
no longer.
Fog — tribute to a once cloudy
future you’ve helped bring into
focus with wire-framed
glasses — no longer obscures a rain-soaked path
insisting
we make this journey together
much longer.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
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This is so brilliant. I love the imagery in the lines “disrupted by frenetic thunder no longer” and “.. focus with wire-framed glasses — no longer obscures a rain-soaked path”. Brings to my mind the morning after a heavy storm, the air crisp and clean and inviting. Thank you.
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Thanks so much!
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