Grey sky peers between brush,
A bell rings somewhere,
Day turns to night,
To nothingness and chasms.
Yards are watered, keeping nature’s schedule.
And hope, it floats to the surface
From its watery abyss and we sparkle,
Spiraling, a cyclone of activity spitting up dust,
Clearing the path for what’s next.
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